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True Beauty

***This poem i wrote out of inpiration. Now, if you know me personally, and read this, you may be confused. But i was pondering people, and how smart, or nice, or caring or kind someone can be and how we dont even know it because we let stereo types get in the way of letting ourselves open up to the possibilities. So, with that in mind i not only decided to write about it, i decided to take the flip side of the coin. Most people usually think about people who aren't beautful, but plain, and how no one wants to get to know them (and believe me i am one of these people LOL). But i decided to write about the opposite. How people who are beautiful on the outside can be just as beautiful on the inside. And how sometimes people tend to forget this point, and just asume they are snobs, or stupid, or unkind or creul. How sometimes these beautiful people have just as hard a time getting to know others as the rest of us. kinda makes you stop and think dosen't it? I am really proud of this poem, and think it turned out briliantly, hope you think so too!***

You all know her

Long soft flowing hair that frames a face of beauty.

Perfectly curved body that moves with sex appeal.

Strong sensuous legs that walk with agility and grace.

Intense eyes, a sexy smile and a voice like heaven.

She’s the picture of perfection and the envy of every girl.

She is what every man wishes for and what every

woman wishes to be.

But she wishes she wasn’t she.

For she is more then that she seems to be.

She is smart, kind and caring.

She is funny, wild and daring.

She is loyal, trust worthy and true.

She’d always be there for you.

Yet no one knows this side

The one her beautiful face always hides.

No one ever takes the time

to look behind those intense eyes.

To see the true beauty that resides within.

She wishes she could burn it away.

Burn away the beauty that blinds the world.

She wishes she could make people see

the person that resides beyond skin deep.

But most of all she wishes she could be

treated the same as you and me.

~December 1st, 2002

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