Fuck you, Beauty.
That it all this letter needs to say.
No, no that's not right.
It's not completely your fault.
Society is partly to blame,
But it would be too easy to place blame entirely on it.
So I guess there really isn't one party to blame.
Beauty, there is such an elegance to the word but an ugliness to it's truth.
The essence of you has died and morphed itself into a sick, twisted thing.
The perception of you has caused so many to waste time on starvation, thousand dollar surgeries, and the newest clothes.
Every person, place, idea- holds the smallest ounce of beauty.
That is something we must celebrate.
Countless souls have spent years trying to obtain what they already have.
For every person: girl or boy, man or women,
Whenever that voice says you aren't beautiful
Shout to the highest mountain, "Fuck you!"
That is all this letter needs to say.
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A Piece of Me
PoetryA vulnerable labor of love, sadness, guilt, and raw emotions from my life. Here is a piece of my heart, a glimpse of my soul for you. For all the things I cannot explain, here is a piece of me.
