Real Beauty? Poem by Zariah AnjaiyaWinder

Bright red apple
devoid of scars
such perfection
seen in few

divine aroma
seeps from within
the smell of beauty
provokes desire

spherical flawless
Firm with not a bruise
nor cavity-
faultless

Beneath the perfect blood red skin
lies ugliness first glance withheld-
the garden weed.
the rose's thorn.

and yet who knew
beauty could hide
such ugliness
not i, not you

we are all blinded
by our love of beauty
the want-
to be perfect