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Sacred Beauty

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but sometimes the beholder becomes blind to their beauty

By Anjalant nelsonPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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she'll look at herself in the mirror and pretend as her beauty knows no limits, but as she wanders out into the world, her morning thoughts of her reflection are then shrouded by competing personalities, men who undress her with their eyes, not seeing any true value in who she is, and as she passes me by, I look past the beauty, I don't undress her clothing to get her body, I look in her eyes so that I may undress her mind, to see her soul, and capture a glimpse of her true self, for I too know how she feels, I wake up with the confidence of a lion and when I wander this world I become small and fragile to the smallest insult about any imperfection of my body, and we both head back to our homes, we know that today is over, tomorrow is a new and the cycle repeats.

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Anjalant nelson

I'm a aspiring poet and philosopher, I write short stories and poems for the souls that aren't heard, overlooked and overshadowed. Writing also releases my voice into the world. so please enjoy and comment any feedback you have.

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