CURSED BEAUTY
How beautiful should one be?
How beautiful can I become?
We forget how beautiful we are, seeking validation and damaging the excellent work of nature
Born precious and raw
Authenticity holds the beauty
But beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
Then came science.
Everything can be bent
Changed
Made new
Different
But what science creates,nature already owns.
She’s perfect with her colour
Her eyes, igniting a flame of reactions.
She’s beautiful with her unstructured nose
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Her missed tooth —
Yet beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Then came science.
Enlargement and expansion
Of cells stretched beyond their nature
What has become of us
Perfection is what they say it is
But isn’t imperfect perfect?
Nature will cry out
For no one appreciates it
I can be changed
I will be changed
And I am changed
The pain is the curse
The desire is the curse
The real and natural beauty is lost
Must we become unrecognizable before enjoying the real truth of beauty?
