In the heat of a summer’s night, <br />Sweat clinging to her skin, <br />Hair pasted upon her back <br />She paints her nails. <br />She makes an attempt at beauty, <br />But in her heart she feels there is no such thing. <br />Everything about her is all wrong, <br />Her hair, <br />her eyes <br />right down to her very feet. <br />No ammount of polish, <br />No ammount of mascara will cover her flaws <br /> nor mask her inperfections. <br />What then is she to do? <br />Give up? <br />No. <br />Giving up would be giving in, <br />Admitting to herself that in fact she is ugly. <br />Beauty, she can not gain, <br />Not like this warm night, <br />Not like the beautiful stars, <br />Not like the most blessed creations on earth. <br /> She dips her brush back into the bottle <br /> to look upon the heavens <br />Wishing, hoping that one day soon she can <br />See the beauty in herself <br />And paint her nails no more.<br /><br />Samantha Samis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/superfical-beauty/
