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Beauty and the beast

Mr Gee poet on June 13, 2011 11:54

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    Beauty & the Beast,
    The Spotlight forms shadows,
    The widest of choices can seem narrow,
    There's too many strings in this archer's bow,
    That can lead to directionless arrows,
    The turn of a tarot card,
    Scars the path that fate was dealt,
    That even the most beautiful amongst us all,
    Can still cast the mask to hate ourselves,
    We denigrate ourselves,
    We never embrace ourselves,
    We cook the food & serve the plate to reshape ourselves,
    So we wish to change ourselves,
    Secretly, escape ourselves,
    We're almost ashamed of the way that God chose to make ourselves,
    So I want my nose a little thinner,
    My figure? A little fitter,
    My lips not too large (or too small),
    My height? About three inches bigger,
    Go figure,
    It's the darker skin that wants to be light,
    And lighter skin prays all day to see more sunlight,
    Or sprays on more tone to the bone,
    That makes everything alright,
    Big wants to be slim,
    And slim wants curves to bring...
    Out the "fuller shape" that would've made all the difference within,
    I'm fighting a bald patch,
    A losing battle & that's a fact,
    So either I invest in an ocean of useless potions,
    Or I try combing over at the back,
    You do the maths, did you like my hat?
    We can spend our whole lives wondering over what we cosmetically lack,
    Blacks wanting to be white,
    Whites wanting to be Black,
    The grass will always seem greener,
    Other people's lives will always seem easier,
    Magazines will always airbrush pictures,
    Providing us with the essential milks of Amnesia,
    I came to bury Caesar,
    But I found that he buried me,
    I was killed off by an implicit Molotov,
    Of skin-deep ideals,
    You see they don't ever want you to be free,
    In control of your own destiny,
    There's too many products of stuff,
    That rely on the unhappiness that you feel,
    So you're never:
    Gorgeous enough,
    Desirable enough
    Admirable enough,
    Content enough,
    Proud of who you are,
    In a world that's ever-marred,
    By all this resentful stuff,
    It's a fundamental bluff,
    But it's hard to rise above this beast who's burden that we all bear,
    I hope that one day we can look deep within ourselves & see,
    That the beauty was always there.
    (c) Mr Gee


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