You, Who Are Shallow. Poem by Thomas Duncky

You, who think goodness, appear
On the face
You, who I deem, fools of fear
Curl in every place
Because you can't face your fears
And end up losing in every race.
You whose esteem lowers in there
Do you think goodness, beauty and fair
Exists in the galaxy like the stars
Where the brightest star stars?
You who coil like a millipede when you see
Outward garbs of others shine like a lamp on the sea
Or hide when light shines on your flesh.
Do you think it is the pairing of eyes?
That makes pleasant a view
Or the smoothness of the thighs?
That makes the beautiful chosen few?
You whose beauty is buried under the skin
Do you still believe its only skin deep?
Or you dare become mean
Because unbearable to you the world has been?