Beauty seems to sit precariously
Between hard and narrow lines,
The person we were destined to be
Sat outside their flawless designs.

Who sets these arbitrary partitions
Between the comely and the shunned?
What sets us in our given positions
Unbidden and yet unquestioned?

We straddle the spheres of perfection
Constructed upon impossible dreams,
Consigned by our societal perception
To live within the lines society deems.

Is beauty truly defined by subjective skin?
Is that where beauty does truly reside?
Or is our beauty really radiant within?
Ask yourself, only you can decide.


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