What is beauty, I ask?
Is it always seen in faces, in dress, in life's tasks?
Is it the girl who makes every heart skip a beat?
Is it just a pretty face, a sight so sweet?
But beauty, it's more than what meets the eye,
It's in the thunder, the flames, the endless sky.
Yet, those with pure hearts, kind and true,
Lack the attention they are due.
Today, people chase appearances, it's all they see,
Comparing, competing, forgetting to be free.
They neglect their kindness, their true reflections,
Doubting themselves, seeking false perfections.
What is beauty? What does it truly mean?
In a world where judgment is so keen.
We fight, believing some are more, some are less,
Not realizing each creation is a unique success.
Media spins a tale, making us compare,
Throwing spears of judgment, stripping us bare.
Why have we become so insensitive, so blind?
Judging, speaking, leaving kindness behind.
Why do we care for standards, knowing life's unfair,
Each life is unique, none can compare.
Yet, we adapt to judgment, becoming what they say,
Cycling in toxicity, losing our way.
We hate bullies, we hate comparisons, we hate the critics,
Yet, we strive to be beautiful, to be the cynics.
We forget what's important, we forget our nation,
We're all humans, needing more than just admiration.
We've forgotten peace, forgotten unity,
Blinded by criticism, losing sight of humanity.
There's no perfection, this much is true,
But does that mean goodness isn't in you?
Does beauty give you the right to hate?
To belittle others, to discriminate?
What is beauty to you, I ask?
Is it just a reflection, a well-crafted mask?
Yes, beauty is an art, a vision of perfection,
But it's more than just a physical reflection.
It's personality, uniqueness, intelligence, and art,
It's emotional, friendly, it's the language of the heart.
True beauty is neutrality, caring for all,
Regardless of where they come from, whether big or small.
So don't be mean, don't cast a stone,
For we all have battles, struggles unknown.
- Littlepsychefries.
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