They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But we seem to have a pixelated view of character
The person she is inside
Is where her true identity abides
So many eyes have turned aside
Not quite penetrating to see beyond the outside
They outlined beauty by curves
More interested with what she has than how she serves
She serves
Like a true woman should
Her hands scourged
By the pursuing of doing good
Her heart is pure and her mouth speaks peace
Yet the eyes without mercy only stalked to take a piece...of her
Drugged by a ravenous lust
A brutish, beastly lust
That tears at her clothes with their stare
Ripped off the dignity off of her
She cries out, silently
Her attitude begins to change, unconsciously
Her true self sadly remains celled
And her true beauty, un-beheld
But we seem to have a pixelated view of character
The person she is inside
Is where her true identity abides
So many eyes have turned aside
Not quite penetrating to see beyond the outside
They outlined beauty by curves
More interested with what she has than how she serves
She serves
Like a true woman should
Her hands scourged
By the pursuing of doing good
Her heart is pure and her mouth speaks peace
Yet the eyes without mercy only stalked to take a piece...of her
Drugged by a ravenous lust
A brutish, beastly lust
That tears at her clothes with their stare
Ripped off the dignity off of her
She cries out, silently
Her attitude begins to change, unconsciously
Her true self sadly remains celled
And her true beauty, un-beheld
Charity E Tafirenyika © 2013
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