Treasure Island

Opsy Coucchy


Beauty


Beauty
Blonde hairs, blue eyes and bell shaped body
Is that what you call beauty?
Brown eyes, braided hairs and skinny body
Is that what you prefer?
Wait! Are these real beauties or just some burning youthful lust?
Sit and learn from the elders who have seen it all
Real Beauty transcends the physical
Real Beauty is rhetorical
Real Beauty corrodes like a chemical
Real Beauty eludes every racial barrier
It is that which makes you wonder
How sweet and splendid are you Beauty?

Submitted: Tuesday, February 05, 2008

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  • Mary Gordley (2/6/2008 12:46:00 AM)

    Nice write. Yes, the exterior is only the gift wrap. As for true beauty, in both women and men, that comes from the inside. Thanks for a poem with such truth. (Report) Reply

  • Philip Housiaux (2/5/2008 1:35:00 PM)

    Very good work - it is the quality of the insights on beauty that really set this poem off for me. thanks (Report) Reply

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