Within the Walls of Beauty

Mon, 01/05/2015 - 16:10 -- TaniaB

What is it that you see when you see me?

Is it my short, nappy brown hair or my rich, chocolate face with a few blemishes on it?

Or could it be my dark brown eyes that no one seems to be able to read

or my crooked teeth that makes you think I shouldn't breed?


Am I what you think of when beauty is defiined?

Or do I need a filter to hide what's really inside?

If beauty is deep within why do I feel so deprived

of something that only myself tries to hide?


I might not be flawless as Beyonce would say

but I am happy with myself regardless

because I lived to see another beautiful day.



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