Pretty

I’m not interested in ‘pretty', The television fantasy of reality, Boxed up and bow-tied. That pre-packaged, overpriced Slice of life Bought and sold by the pound Of flesh, That one-size-fits-all (Except you) Kind of beauty. Give me flaws and faults, Hills and valleys, A crooked smile And miles of interesting skin. I don’t need made-up and maxed-out, Sucked in or thinned down. I want to see what’s real, In all of its abstract And unconventional glory: Asymmetrical faces, Lived-in bodies with scars And traces of the story Of someone who is just not quite right For a modeling career. I want to see the face behind the mask, Natural-born, Unadorned, Non conformed. Perfection is a myth, Beauty is chaos.