Real Beauty
Beauty …
Has this word lost its meaning?
Is not the flower opening its
pedals to the morning more
beautiful than the
repressed mother
dressing up her 8 year old to
compete in her own,
lost dream?
Is there not more beauty in
the 9 year old with
no mom
who still loves life and
achieves her dreams?
Has beauty really become
bought
and Nature can only take you
so far?
Isn’t beauty helping someone cross
the street? Fixing someone’s flat?
Carrying groceries to
their car?
Breast implants, nose jobs,
tummy tucks and
collagen are being touted
as the new you …
really?
Aren’t you beautiful when you smile
because you heard
something funny? Or when your
eyes glitter
because you see something you love?
Isn’t beauty the crickets talking at
night as you think?
Holding hands with one
you love
as you walk bare-foot in the
grass? Isn’t that beautiful?
Beauty …
Don’t lose sight of
what it really is.
Copyright © Anthony Amero | Year Posted 2010
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