Dark Beauty
Beauty-
You allure me,
to those dark shades of colors
from black to brown
of human skin glistening
under the lightness of the moon.
Beauty-
You entice me
like the deep oceans calling out
at night, as silence pervades
except for the music of dancing tides.
I sink deep into the whiteness of your eyes
as I absorb the grace of your thoughts-
wise and why, no surprise!
Beauty-
You are like poetry
of pauses and verses,
and I let you slip through my fingers,
when I try to understand the profoundness
of your wounds, abuse, and endurance.
Beauty-
You are marvelous and strong
beyond the imperfections of
your apparent existence.
© Poetry by Purple&Mauve
Beauty is never about one’s skin color, make and shape of one’s body and face. We know that. I surely do. However, we never process and accept it. I falter too. As we glorify the external appearance, we forget to cherish the charisma of the personality. Even if we don’t do that to others, we neglect to appreciate our inner self. I am guilty of it too.
I could blame it on the narratives spun by the media, our society, culture, foolish fetishes, and even upbringing. We forget to appreciate the beautiful soul behind all that physical features. Even if you do not want to go down that deep dark hole, someone is always around to remind you of it, in a way putting you in your place.
But what is beauty? Have you ever wondered? We forget to appreciate the beauty that comes with years of existence, the wrinkles of time, the fading browns of one’s skin, and the genuine smile. We forget that humans carry the baggage of a past, hope, and dreams of a future and still try to find time to sip that lovely warm tea in the present.
We forget that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. Beauty could be dark brown too. Beauty could be that warm hug and chirpiness in one’s voice. Beauty could be all of these and more. Beauty could be undone hair, messy buns, rough hands, toothless grin, wrinkled forehead, greying hair, undone nails, as much as it is blow-dried hair, red lipstick, manicured hands, acrylic nails, and the little black dress. All that matters is if it holds a gentle, kind, and sunshine heart.
We forget that being beautiful could be of many types. We gauge people for what they believe or don’t. We carry a million names and follow traditions left for us by one’s predecessors. We might design new ones and shatter the old conventions.
Yet, we all express identical emotions as we grow and bloom in life- happiness, joy, tears, angst, pain, sorrows, smiles, giggles, jealousy, loath, pride, anger, and peace. We are the same. Our body displays these sentiments, and humans share stories as we get through life. Each of us is beautiful, yet many of us never believe that.
I struggle with this aspect of beauty and self-love. Even if I do climb that path, I topple down once someone else knocks me down. Well, I let them knock me down. This poem is a reminder to people like me — you are beautiful.
Please let me know what you think of beauty. I would love to hear more from you. Leave me a comment.
Thanks,
Stay beautiful. Stay Happy.
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Note: Also you can find this poetry on my instagram page and poetizer.
