Dear Humanity: Beauty In the Grotesque

Dear humanity, I’m beginning to lose my ability to see the beauty I once saw in you. -I wrote this for YOU. BEAUTY in the GROTESQUE. Beauty on the ragged side. FILTH. The worse you use to describe what you see. TRUTH. The worse you use to describe your religion. WRONG. The word you use to describe anything you don’t believe. BEAUTY. The word you use to describe the bruises under my eyes. I wish that I could open your eyes a little more. Will you condemn me for what I see, what I believe? Who I am? FILTH. The word I’d use to describe your hand on my flesh. TRUTH. The word I’d use to describe faiths. WRONG. The word I’d use to describe close mindedness. BEAUTY. The word I’d use to describe what I see. Condemn me all you want when I try to find the beauty in a grotesque world. To find inspiration in sorrow. For we are all diamonds in the rough.