Kelly Curiel (July 22,1993 / Thousand Oaks)
Beauty is a stupid thing, anywhere you go,
The more I see pretty faces, the more my sadness grows.
Beauty is a bother; it brings me grief and pain,
Hanging over me like a cloud of pure petty disdain!
Beauty is a label, a superficial brand
Guys like me for my looks instead of who I really am.
Beauty is hypnotic; it captures young boys’ minds,
And tells them to be cruel to girls who are really sweet and kind.
Beauty is a veil, shielding people’s eyes
And in the hearts of men, beauty is just a prize.
But beauty is deceiving, only as deep as skin,
And if you keep believing, you’ll never see beauty within.
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