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The model was tall and lean... "Look at that string bean". "Body with no meat, the girl needs to eat" "She looks unhealthy, probably stuck with her career to be wealthy" "What skinny stilettos,
I still remember the day when I realized that the only person who can ever truly love you with all of his or her heart is yourself.
To you, I am just a pale face Tired and exhausted I lack something that you want. And to you, That is perfection. I am more than just this filter Of beauty so fake. I am a person.
Facebook, Instagram, Twitter.  That's society That's life Where are we now?  Make up Filters Editing Is this beauty?  Chocolates  Roses  Are they cliche? 
I've made mistakes, But they don't define me.   I have regrets, But I am not what I've done.   I have secrets, But they're part of my past.   Come dawn, And come day.
Somewhere a world is hidden beyond the stretch of the eye. Something you can sneak a glance at where the ocean meets the sky.   But in order to find that place you must promise before you go.
I flip through magazines Drenched with fragrance
I see those around me
Without a filter I am me. Keona when I don't use filters I see a young beautiful inspiring lady who has a BRIGHT future ahead of herself. Without a filter I am unique and passoniate.
Flawless. The girl on the cover of the magazine, The one who was created with photoshop, The one who sees the magazine and doesn't see herself. Flawless. The all-state basketball star,
Beauty is wholesome It is not about your wieght It is about you
As pretty as a white rose
I Have Learned to Wake Up©2013 Jai  
A thousand, thousand voices, Within, without, around, Whisper the same, same things,
I don't think I was ever meant to be beautiful.
As women we conseal our fears behind faces painted up so pretty. when will the true beauty show ?
Skinny, curvy you're beautiful tall, short  you're beautiful  purple, orange, green, white, blue, black you're beautiful   
Poem 1: Keep Calm and Don’t Judge Me Love (Shake my head); when I was fourteen years I thought I found love, Love like: Fairy Tales, and all that Fucking Bullshit people allow.
everyone, listen up, wake up, sit up.Put on your make up.Scratch that, who needs that shit you are pretty enough without it.Not many girls can see that today, instead they are pasting urban decay
Four years ago I saw a girl I didn't think she was very pretty Her face wasn't too bad She had sparkly eyes with long eyelashes Almost pretty
  Everything is shattered, broken, utterly and completely destroyed So dramatically so, windows broken in to a million pieces, paint strewn across the floor Yellow wall paper gone gray as if out of fear
When I was a little girl, I snuck out at night. Out through the side window and  All the way out to the park behind the school. Past all their cruel jokes.   When I finally felt reality slip away
Beauty is within ones true self Beauty is far pass looks and wealth You stand tall and dont ever doubt yourself Dont ever try to compare what your beauty should be
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