Shooting Star

Fresh out of bed, she bows down her head
A quick glance in the mirror, make her insecure
Though she possess qualities such as charm and wit
In this world, her qualities never seem to be a good fit
 
Outside of her window, bullets are firing from souls with hearts as cold as ice
It’s a war out there, they don’t play fair and they don’t play nice
Always ready to attack, at her, they always point their knife
Not ready for battle, she remains inside with a book about the story of her life
 
Pages after pages, she reads what they say about her
Chapter after chapter, her story grow somber
Vivid descriptions of artificial ideals of beauty fill up her brain
Visions of superficial images of beauty immerse her in pain
 
Funny, they always warned that sticks and stones may break your bones
Never did they warn that disparaging words can hurt like stones
Reaching the end, she read the last line and the words resonate with her
In italic letter it read, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”
 
She closes the book and asks herself, is beauty objective or simply subjective?
Is it only a matter relative to one’s perspective?
All the words and opinions, she leaves them on the shelf
Finally, she’s choosing to embrace herself
 
She looks in the mirror her makeup up is stacked up steep
She reminds herself that “beauty is only skin deep”
She tells herself that enough is enough
It’s about time that she be tough
 
Slowly she starts to realize that she’s phenomenal
She possesses a beauty that’s quintessential
 
She’s still aware she’s no supermodel
Instead she’s choosing to be her own idol
On the beauty spectrum, she falls below average
Full of confidence, she leaves the house without any coverage
 
Her skin, covered in scratches and scars, unlike a brand new car
None of that matter, she still shines bright like a shooting star
 
Woodlynn Sance
11/28/15
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