UglyUgly girls are always ignored.
Boys always go for the cute ones, the hot ones, the beautiful ones.
There is just one thing those boys don't understand,
Beauty is not important.
The thoughts and ideas,
Creative abilities and charming words;
These things are above the slight qualities of the body.
Waists as thin as can be,
Long flowing hair,
Shining eyes and perfect smiles.
The beauty of a body is nothing compared to the beauty of minds and souls.
Beauty is a ticket to a different world.
A world without struggle,
A world of dampened pain.
The rest must fight through the insults,
Through the judgment,
Through the rejection,
Through the massive field of ignorance they wade each day.
These girls are punished every day,
For the terrible sin of a flat chest
Or for the heinous crime of unpainted skin.
aqueous.she had never come within ninety-three million miles of anything like love, but she said if she ever did, she would name it "september" and keep it in a dirty glass bowl like a mindless goldfish. she'd watch it swim back and forth, waiting for its belly to meet the surface so she could cry for something worthwhile.
she considered the consequences of scribbling down every thought that crossed her mind, pushing it into a bottle, and sending it across the sea. she wondered how long it would take to crack and sink to the ocean floor, and if whatever dwelled below would understand her better than those here above.
she dreamed that life was an all-consuming tsunami, and she figured drowning in it felt something like a soul blistering from a body and slowly drifting away. she couldn't imagine what it would be like if she knew the secret to breathing underwater.
Routine7:45 AM. A woman wakes up, dresses her best (her coat, a stranger's gift), and walks outside. Empties her wallet to charity. It is nothing.
1:20 PM. The addict stumbles down the busy street, hungry, shoots his dealer, bystander, and takes his prize. Walks away and no one follows. Indulges. Clutches his chest, falls over, is dead. It is nothing.
8:00 PM. The woman walks home, sees body, smiles. Is he sleeping? Takes off coat, covers man. Slips money in pocket--he'll find it there. Goes inside. It is nothing.
3:15 AM. Adulterer, fearful, kicks the ground, angry with world. Sees vagrant, robs. Is he cold? The coat is familiar. Ignores. Buys gun. Shoots spouse, temptation, damnation.
It is nothing.