I met the perfect person the other day, who only wish was to not be so perfect. She told me beauty is only as Beautiful as a "ugly" duckling in a pond full of swans. & Intelligence is only smart to the ignorant, so how genius is the truth, in a world built on lies & made to believe, so I make believe life isn't just another fairy tale, & Sleeping Beauty, didn't have to fall in love with this Beast, with hair like Pochantas & skin like Snow White, unlike, my father's night's skin, unlikely I am to enlighten deception, but I apologize to your perception, on behalf of my reflection, misleading your judgement's direction, but I'm half "black" myself.
So I guess I'm not as perfect as people believe me to be, because everything I hear deceives me to see, black isn't as Beautiful as beauty! If only I could've been born blind, I wouldn't see the truth, & if I was born deaf, I couldn't hear the difference between right & wrong, or maybe as a baby, they could of misplace my heart, so I couldn't feel this passionate passions that beats in my chest, passively, I pray God Himself! Could replace these human lungs with a mechanical mechanism that wouldn't magnetically attracts love with every breath!
I wish my legs were chopped shorter so people wouldn't look up to me, & this tree, wouldn't be, forced to step over my fallen comrades who fruits & limbs, were martyred in the name of freedom, becoming slaves to our own slavery we call money, funny, we sell ourselves short as it depreciates so does our worth of values & morals, valued by the price is Right, if right we fight, against one another, sister against brother, fathers against mothers, as if we were immortal, portals, between "life" & "death"
we mortals kill ourselves, with self inflicted inflictions of our own morality, brutally tortured minds, becomes, second nature, as we rape a mother's nature to breast feed, & nourish, our misconceptions of perception!
Respectively, Collectively, I pray mankind wouldn't perceive themselves as gods, or American Idols, because this life's reality show isn't much to watch, so future production appears to be a series of reruns, & so even in death life can't be discontinued, so I continue to be seen as the American dream! But deep down inside pride bubbles up, until it eats away at our goals & standards, until we become as ugly as the most Beautiful person, who's only beauty lies within lies of the eyes who only judges true beauty by what they see,so now how Beautiful if he, who faces appears to be ugly, but his words & heart are the definition of beauty!
