Rather Not Be Beautiful at All
With my nappy hair and ashy skin
You all stare with disgust and chagrin
But I don’t mind, I think it’s fine
The shocked looks on all your faces
Don’t matter to me you projecting your beauty
Because I’d rather not be beautiful at all.
Who needs to have skin-deep elegance
When I rather have bone-deep intelligence
Rather not have to wear a gallon of make-up on my face
To match the unnatural hair out of place
Rather eat lollipops than lettuce and
Pop pills to puke it all up where nobody can see it
Just to hang onto a bean poll figure
To maintain pop cultures “in-ness”
Rather read Hemingway or Bronte than
Leaf through a magazine envying the plastic people
That plaster pages 2 to 200
Rather not worry about how thick my thighs are
Or how fat my belly is
Does it make you uncomfortable?
Does it make you cringe that
I’d rather not be beautiful at all
Don’t matter to me that my skin is too dark and
My hips are too wide you can
Call me ugly if you like because
I see the lengths you are willing to go to
For an unattainable perfection
I value imperfection so
I’d rather not be beautiful at all.
- OLD

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