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A fiery sunset over a lake at dusk The intricate carvings on an ivory tusk The ocean’s waves that crash and roar And break upon a distant shore The silvery twinkle in the stars at night
Liquid silk pours down my face Unmasking, revealing Yet no reflection takes it's place
Is it true? the words I hear and the visuals I see, beyond truth is all I ever believe, but for me to see, and for me to hear is it reality? the feelings that i feel
I watch you stain a canvas with your presences soft breath whispers your eyes don't see and your ears don't hear endless odysseys of conversations I’ve had with you your body language the tool of choice
Hair tied in knots, Lipstick smeared off, The room that I'm in, Littered with cloth. Homework undone, Bed untidy, Finding myself, Dirty and grimy. I take a step back,
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
In the mirror, I stare at my opposite twin who stares back at me. She is beautiful, yet worn; she is mysterious, yet ordinary. And there is no way of talking to her
“I am beautiful, I am unique, I am free and down to earth, I am unambiguously me. My filters are gone and I stand bare. My guard is down and I am vulnerable.
I rub my eyes, Eyeliner, Mascara, Streaks my face. Makeup remover, Wipe, By wipe, It disappears. I continue, Foundation, Concealer,
What may feel empty to the world, Cause I got no color to define,
Ladies tell'em that I look so good tonight,
Here I stand again
When you look at the world What do you see? Do you view your food and friends in Mayfair and Valencia? Your wasting your time deciding which accent makes your skin look tan
Loud mouth, Too many words being spoken
I'm going to bring up Gender equality Being a "feminist" And what that means. Let's talk about stereotypes And why they exist Why we continue to accept The explanations they give As if:
From the coils on my head To the Birth mark on my right arm From the pigment of my skin To the beauty of my charm I am the expressed genes of my DNA Genetically selected me I must say
I was born flawless Why you may ask Because I'm me And God made I'm a woman I'm a sister I'm a daughter I' m a best friend My imperfections make me flawless
No filter is needed to see who this is A girl with such a bliss Someone who they miss But in history, they've shown of me what should be As now I uncover my destiny Now the filters may disappear
Pick this up Pick that up Shut your mouth Women should be seen Not heard. Make me tea Make me breakfast Make me tea Make me lunch Make me tea Make me dinner
so this is what you get when you wash me down scrub me with scalding water until my skin is raw lather and rinse and repeat wash the layers of armor away we watch as they swirl down the drain
Maybe I'm crazy and insane. Maybe we are not the same. But now I know what I see. Every time you look at me. It's innocence, That light. A light that shines through any dark night. And tho you are far away. These words I still have to say.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a different girl living in a Utopian world. The girl is different from me, way different from what I've seen.
You cannot see me. I am a faceless person behind a computer screen. All you know about me is what I am about to tell you. Without all the physical stuff, this is me. The authentic and me that I strive to be.
My natural hair. Long curly tresses that resemble that of a lion's mane. Oh how I remember the pain, The pain of sittin' in that wooden chair as my momma combed my hair.
I sit in class ready to learn but with a heart that’s been burned. Not because of a boy but because of what I have done to myself. The real me laughs but doesn’t smile
A clear, deep voice rings across the room, It reaches me efficiently and fast.
I tried to roll the melanin off my skin
When I take a picture I smile and stare at my relfection. My mind wonders if they will like it if they will see me the way I see me.
Who am I How am I perceived by others because when I look in the mirror I am not examining myself but viewing the flipped version of a puppet that everyone else sees
Underneath I have a dirty heart You all will fail, so I can win I am not clean and cut like my selfies But I am rough and tough like so many I do not really care about you So what if I lie and say that I do?
What is beauty? It is somewhat hard to say, Because all things are beautiful If you look at them the right way. People focus on aesthetics; Imperfections they will hide.
The Authentic Me by Hunter E Jones Does the selfie define me? Am I worthy? Am I pretty?
I am a woman who can do it all Even though I am so small I have so much potential because I know most of the essentials
In and from this world what do we really want?
i am the one they call strange annoying weird different i am the girl who is ignored unwanted unneeded i am the one who doesnt grow up i probably never will
Rarely do I see stretch marks, bruises, and scars in the media The absence of flaws on models and celebrities is extremely concerning It implies that imperfections are a shameful appearance
And I don't want you And I don't need you Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you It's not your fault that you're always wrong
Blood as red as a rose They said death was something that you just chose Truthfully it chose you
No make-up, no hills Just me.
The definition of flaw is defect or fault; The definition itself is contradictory to Heaven and Earth. Everyone is made specifically and perfectly as they are, So any "flaws" are actually evidence of flawlessness.
Being flawless is not a trait that I used to see within myself It was soemthing that I worked for, but never felt as though I would claim as mine... I read about becoming flawless, the makeup piles stacking up on each shelf,
I’ve stopped drinking from the wishing well of health Guaranteed to keep you young and make all your wishes Come true. Despite the try my will ran dry Has I came to the realization not everything is flawless
Beauty is not a simple thing,
I am not the shade of my lipstick.Instead I am the
Hello My name is Jasmine I mean my name is Young I mean my name is Girl I mean my name is Woman Hi there I’d like to tell you a story About summer When it’s hot
I am flawless from my head to my toes No clothes or filters can better what’s already gold I shine so bright and I don't need to be told For its my beauty within, that makes me so bold
While so many women are fixing their smile And going to salons to get their hair dyed I am being told that I have beautiful eyes But as radiant as your smile could be And as piercing as your eyes may be
Skin and Bones: A Poem by Tyler Shreve-Smith
They say 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder' What will The Beholders think when they see me?
I am ME. I am not you. I can not do you. You can not do me. I can do me. I Sing like me, Laugh like me, Look like me. Not You.
I am more than meets the eye.
Beauty is more than what is seen with the eyes, what I have is hidden. More than just a beating heart with a pretty smile, i have a free spirit too. How could you ever tell,
Yes I know I'm flawless Wow look at that confidence I look at others so pretty and petite But only wonder why they do not eat I love to live and live to love
Those around me seem to think there is a standard of being... In my own valleys and tunnels there was truth I cringed at the dip of my hips, my attraction to feminity,
“I woke up like this” Or maybe “I was born this way” Heck I don’t know But either way is okay I could say I worked hard for a body like this Or that I spent hours Plumping my lips
My hair and I were unhappy Waking up with broken hairstrands got old I wanted my hair to be straight I wanted it to be soft with shine like gold My hair and I were unhappy That was just 2 years ago
Flay the skin away Piece by piece Layer after layer What am I now? Am I The words tumbling out of my mouth The thoughts rolling in my head The despair deep in my heart
Highly underrated Highly anticipated Got one goal that is being the greatest Prove doubters wrong when I make it Been plotting this moment since my momma was pregnant
Love yourself first, Love your imperfections, Love your crazy side, Love your silly side,
As the unwanted mask stares back at the reflection She tells it that it looks better and that all her insecurties are concealed under that was the foundation of her life
I embody everything I thought I couldn't be I am a spitting image of everything I thought I wouldn't be I look in the mirror and feel full;
I woke up like this 5’1, neither team light-skinned nor dark-skinned tone Eye sight on “ooo girl, how could you see out of those” I just step out of the 90’s decade clothes
Do not tear at your mirror Do not pull at your skin
I am from frigid rinks, from bruised knees and injuries.
I am flawless because I am strong from once being weak, I am not flawless because they told me to shrink, I am flawless because I am successful and will threaten a male,
#flawless There’s always two souls to a person The one everyone sees from day to day And the one that hides and waits for the chance of immersion Because she never witnesses daybreak
Flashback A blast from my past 10 years old and growing fast A sweet little girl Innocent and pure
Many times I see fear For those around me it is clear Boots, jeans, and cowboy hats don't belong here Yet, I stand perfect my broken mirror Strong eye makeup symbolizes my strength, but it does appear...
Hey, hey ya you! Remember you are worth more than any star in the sky From the pressures of life you become mroe like a diamond every day You're more than an option, but an amazing opportunity
Dear Future Self, You did it. Living with no limits. Losing yourself in your passion. Rising up and growing into the best you could be. Your world was waiting for you.
We've all been bullied. My eyes, different from the others. My height, lacking. My academics, an idiot amongst geniuses. My personality, strange and twisted as can be. Blah, blah, blah
I am flawless.
A filter, What is it really? Is it something to purify the air? Is it a mask? Is it makeup? Maybe even a photo enhancer? Why must we enhance our lives?
Ricayla Monique Gallop I've said that name all my life. But do I know who that person is ?
Beauty is sunkissed cheeks After an afternoon of adventure Beauty is messy hair After a night of studying Beauty is teary eyes After hearing a long forgotten melody Beauty is intelligence
I am flawless from head to toe thought id let you know im like a godess i woke up like this fill your eyes with bliss and i called it dont need no man because i got a plan
I woke up I had to wake up I had my whole life Waiting ahead of me in strife. I always dreamed of this moment Could it be my time? I could hear the chime Of success calling my name
I wake up everyday trying to be #flawless The lipstick, the blush, the eyebrows on #fleek
Paul N 10th grade [Bold- say it loud]
You know what AMERICA? I am not my hair nor my skin I am not a freak (well...maybe a little) I am what lays within my values, intellect, passions, and relentless wit
Sometimes- I tremble like the fault lines,
Flawless In knowing I am not perfect But I aspire to life’s challenges And I remain myself Flawless
I am too tall. I am too loud. My hair is a mess in the morning. My memory is not all that great. Sometimes I forget to brush my teeth. Sometimes I don't want to take a shower.
I'm worth more than a thousand sunswashing away at the darkness of those around memy voice blooms roses with the way my wordsgrow thorns yet project passionate beauty.
When I wake up I look in my mirror and see the Most real version of myself Dark circles Crazy Bed head Drool on the side of my mouth And freckles everywhere
I use to hurt Crumpled into everything around me, fell in the dirt
My intelligence is responsible for all things that make me heaven sent I honestly feel like my eloquence allows me to have more chemistry
Less flawed than most Imperfect-perfections spotted scales hairy knuckes I am one of a kind I am the kind of one who has wrinkles streaming from their eyes Smile lines
You know i'm a girl i dont know f hat a blesing or not soceity exepts so much Im just a young women trying to be heself You know this ued to eally get to me "Is my butt big"
Motherless..Fatherless.. that's the scar I hide everyday. Often quiet and to myself..it's not that I don't have anything to say. Not enough time to express what goes on in my mind.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and think "What if I were not the same?"
Focused for the day and the Grade A letters to be exchanged Letters we all focus on that will define for the rest of our lives
My legs, My legs, O' they are much better than pegs. Through lush green fields I dance and I prance, O' how my greatest treasure lies under my pants! My calves are smooth and supple,
Very beautiful, incredibly smart Nothing but goodness in her heart A smile on her face every single day and kind words when you come her way
I'm about to write this poem, but first let me take a sefie. Ducklips Filters and angles
When I was younger, I was a bonfire. I blinded all who came to hurt me, and could comfort those who sought my warmth. I lit my surroundings with my wild light, and was never afraid
Me, I think I’m average, not perfectAverage guy, with average grades.Pretty average situation...But then I stop. Average? No.Perfect? No.
When I walk down the street, I feel their eyes They look at me but don’t know why I used to stay in my room and hide Scared of judgments, Terrified. One day I took a glance in a glass
My Flawless African American, pure type of beauty
Taking a picture day in and day out little imperfections Quickly to be corrected hide the true beauty waiting to be discovered
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Whom hold's that position? Whom is this beholder and what gave him, or her the right to set beautiful's standards. I may not have the biggest bust, but my heart is by far huge.
“They” say there are certain standards to conform to That a lady needs to watch her mouth and hold her opinion. “They” want to mold me into society’s ideal unflawed woman who bites her tongue and cooks in the kitchen.
Don't wanna be conceited I just wanna speak the truth I've got unblemished skin And I've had a fruitful youth My teeth are white and pearly So my smile's always great My hair is soft and shiny
I rise in the morning and gaze at my kingdom; the wavy grasslands of my hair, the muddy pools of amber eyes. I see the stretch of sand dune skin, I have hills and valleys on me.
Flawless I can tell you what does not make me so.
I am sassy, as some may know. Its flawless in design, and that, I like to show! I might have some odds and ends about myself, And those problems I might have to lug and tow.
My bottom isn't the biggest, my thighs aren't the thickest But I'm perfect exactly how I am My cheeks aren't blemish free, everybody doesn't have to like me But I'm perfect exactly how I am
Brown eyes Round face African American Feminist That’s who I am
Perfection Perfection Is it possible? Perfection
The door opens. One step to your destiny. You peer in and see the faces, The people who are looking straight at you. Will you fail? Will you fall? Hesitation sets in
Music poundin’, phrases boundin’- baby I’m flawless… Strings screechin’, conductor preachin’- Baby I’m Flawless…
I am flawless because I am One of God's beautiful creations Not because I am man-made, A photoshop modification I am stubborn, And sure, I may cry my eyes red But I'm flawless because I'm here,
What makes me flawless isn't what you see It's inside of me Just because my face isn't perfect And I don't always look great It doesn't mean that I'm a fake Beauty is also from within
"Beauty is pain." The phrase I was raised on. My mom, my grandmother, my great grandmother- Whether it was while brushing my difficult hair, or applying mascara to my innocent and eager eyes before school,
Eyes, nose, lips, Flawless. Glasses, nose ring, braces, Flawless. Silky brown skin all among the ends.
makeup celebrities perfect bodies and then there’s me so much pressure to look the part they forget to look at our heart
I have awaken amongst the restless, my eyes like the crack of dawn raising from the tired less sleep of being naive and ready to take on the worlds wit and wisdom.
Beauty, Beauty she fell back into her a pool of pressure. As she felt every ounce of water seeping into her skin It reminded her of the pressure of being being ideal as she drowned in her pool of sins
Which is really you, the person behind the curtain, or the person your best friend boyfriend parent ecclesiastical leader God
I'm flawless because I'm flawfilled I make mistakes
I'm flawless because I'm flawfilled I make mistakes
There are 7,289,823,512 people that I'm- stealing from, sharing with, against, along, trying to please.
I am Beautiful Smart Funny Not afraid Hard working Lovable College ready Me.
It's hard to believe that a girl like me is Flawless. There are so many things that feel about myself, That are just....not. I don't physically flawless. I can point out everything I hate easily,
They say I should be petite That I shouldn't eat Hell, I'm a big girl and I like me some meat!
In early morning i wake to satisfy not others but me
As a little girl your momma always tells you Beauty is in the eye of the beholder That beauty isn"t only skin deep That young girls don't need make up and filters To be pretty
Beautiful. I am just a word, but when you read me what do you see? Am I a famous celebrity or model?
Trying to find myself in a whirl wind
Ive always used a filter so that others can percive me the way I want them to.
Nobody's perfect, and I'm proud of that.
This is for all of Kim Kardashian's plastic surgeons...... I'm amazed that all of you have
Saturation, warmth, crop, sharpen.Silence, stare, sit down, be quiet.
Not everyone puts filters on their pictures,
I’m not just black I am extraordinary Not your ordinary species that make up man-kind But specially hand-crafted by the Creator, A pure manifestation of his brilliant mind
Tumbled stones Ebbing tides Salty mist Nature's prize Breathing in Letting go