A Kin's Decanter (poem 6/?)

[Jessi wa Kawaii]

A Kin's Decanter is a collection of poems that deal with issues many are faced with today, and i take the point of view from one aspect of life, molding it into a poem expressing their feelings.

A Kin's Decanter (poem 6/?)

Beautiful

They had said that beauty
Was all she would ever need,
That with a pretty face
She would go far.
But now, in the mirror
She could no longer see,
A part of the girl she used to be.
Harsh makeup and lies
Caked deeply on her face,
She was beautiful.
But it all seemed out of place.
Her lip trembled.
Beauty was always reflected.
Her mouth formed a frown
It was once so magical, so happy, so fun.
But with her maturity she realized
-Now at age twenty-one-
That in a compact filled with colors,
Happiness could no longer be found.
What did people see beyond her powdered cheeks?
They saw her posture, her figure, her smile,
Her teeth, her feet, her hair, her style.
They could not see past to the intangible things:
Her hopes, her dreams, her fantasies.
All she wanted was to be loved,
Not for what she looked like,
But for who she was.
Despite her troubles and her fears.
Blood was still thicker than her watery tears
The tears fell freely, trick, trickling down.
Black eyeliner smeared, mascara bled,
Flaxen strands fell in loose curls,
Beauty was still reflected.
She was tiered of living, tired of it all,
Tired of having to be beautiful.
The money the fame, what did it bring?
Nothing but anguish and pain.
Shattered glass in the frame where her mirror stood,
A frame mother gave her fifteen years ago,
For a picture of her favorite girl
A picture that would do no good.
Blood dripped off her fists
From pocket holes of shards
A million watery smiles were reflected in the glass.
Smiles that showed her pain.
For once she saw more emotion than she ever was allowed,
It felt good: Anger, sadness, hate?.
But beauty was reflected
The beauty of a mindless doll, poisoned with lies,
The beauty of a young girl, who spent her nights crying.
The beauty of a young girl who was tired of giving
The beauty of a young girl, who was tired of living.
And the beauty took a jagged shard
From off the scattered floor
?Beautiful,? she said aloud,
?I shall be no more.?

-J. Hardie 5.28.04

[Mellie]

how sad. But it does present the problem of beauty over substance. It seems a sad thing, but at times it it what happens. Excellent portrayal!