Invisible
Only those who’ve seen beauty can truly speak of it,
And only those neglected can feel its sting.
When the world sees you as a threat—
Judging from a glance, no words spoken—
They turn away,
Despising you instantly.
To be unappealing in a world drawn to allure
Can break a soul and leave it weak.
Why did they take her side, though you were right?
Because beauty holds weight
In the court of public judgment.
How I loathe those who whisper,
“Looks don’t matter.”
If that were true,
Why does the wisdom of the elderly
Bow to the charm of youth?
If looks don’t matter,
Why do we trust the innocent face
And doubt the one marked by shadows?
Oh, if tears could speak the truth of our hearts,
There’d be no room for misunderstanding.
But when their light casts a shadow over you,
No one sees you—
It’s like standing beside a star.
I look into the mirror,
Tracing each imperfection,
A map of all the ways
The world has made me invisible.
Copyright © Serena Braimah | Year Posted 2025
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