poem written by me last year

Real Beauty

When ones cheeks turn cherry red or stoney gray

they could have been hurt or embarrassed in some way

you could be cornered trapped or deceived

they may feel alarmed for their afraid by what people do and say

its messing  with their heads 

they yearn to know the truth not the old familiar lies 

but if all they hear is the lies 

then the lies become truths and the truths

become questions weighted on a scale every day 

but always somehow found false

one day when the world turns blood red with anger 

or midnight blue with sadness

 then you will realize that they were wrong

 for if they were right then God wouldn't have given you

 the image you see every time you look in mirror

I don't care if its inky black or pearly white

what ever it is, its you and you are beautiful

you could be an ink blot or speck floating in the air

somebody loves you

somebody admires you

somebody ... anybody

you belong somewhere no matter where that place is 

if its yours its golden

 it's the royal place where kings and queens don't play on a chess board

where freaks and aliens

 are the Kings and Queens 

not just the pawns and knights thrown out for protection

never stop believing, not until your six feet under

you can do it

 life is a roller coaster with its ups and downs some of us fall

but in the end you can prevail

 be a considerate person

 even if everyone around you is rude

not everyone is gifted with this understanding

you can help those who don't understand

 you can do it

as long as you believe.