Pretty Poem by Ragy Sandid

We all share the features
No one differs from another
We even share the word ‘creatures'
Yet some of us are above the others

For some reason called pretty
What it means is anyone's guess
Yet by some human committee
They agree that these are the best

They shine, they radiate, they glow
Everyone's is envious to the bone
Yet when they stare at the mirror they know
This is not what they control or own

They see themselves normal, just people
And require everyone to treat them as such
Some people mistake the oblisque for the steeple
And require it to offer them just as much

But pretty gives an edge, the hidden sword
On the outside is the glow and shine
On the inside the more deadly weapon inward
To be used when tapped by a nerve in the mind

Pretty is to be given whenever it is needed
And used to its fullest potential
When others are so nicely greeted
There's sugar, honey, molasses and decayed dental

Pretty is bestowed and so just miss one letter
And it soon becomes the word ‘petty'
Because only at the dawn of believing they're better
Does the dark land in their soul's city