Beauty has been
finger-traced in sand
by a society who dictates
the value of skin, yet
their definition
exists only in the temporal-
washed away leaving merely
a ripple in the wake
of promise.
I’d rather they see me
for what lies beneath,
for beauty that
radiates from within.
I aspire to be
erected in stone-
dull on the exterior but
etched permanently
on their hearts.
Rewrite 2012
Beauty has been
finger-traced in sand
by a society that dictates
the value of skin,
yet their definition
exists only in the temporal,
washed away leaving merely
a ripple in the wake
of promise.
I’d rather they see me
for what lies beneath,
for beauty that
radiates from within.
I aspire to be
erected in stone-
dull on the exterior
but etched permanently
on their hearts.