Beauty

Beauty. (Said normal)
Beauty. (Said slower)
Beauty. (Said very slow and in disgust)
A simple word in a complicated world. Look at us, the monsters we are judging others from the appearance afar. How can we judge when we do not know? How can we judge knowing it gives them less hope? Society is cruel mean as can be telling us what and who to be but yet we continue to kiss her feet as if though she was the lady liberty. Look at that girl over there, the one with the blonde and un brushed hair. You call her names ugly and fat but little do you know it’s the complete opposite of that. Her mother's dead and father’s abusive her young little sister is torn to pieces. Left on the streets to work and care, alone in the world that’s so hard to bare. Society did this, created this mess, making us want more instead of less. The girls these days have no respect wanting only thick thighs, a skinny waist, long hair, and a pretty face. Must impress is all they think. The ones that don’t care, who have lost faith, who work and sweat and don’t need makeup on their young and beautiful face! You call them ugly. How is this so? Is it because their not fake? Is it because they are not afraid of what you might think? These girls, are beautiful and rare. And yet they are treated so very unfair. So tell me truly what is beauty. Look around and don’t answer foolishly. Beauty.