I was asked to perform some spoken word at the Pearls of the World Fashion Show this evening. I realized none of my poetry is really girly-orientated… so I whipped this up on the city bus yesterday (trying to ignore the fact the woman next to me was reading every word I wrote over my shoulder the whole time).
Her Beauty Quest
She spends her entire life seeking it
Paying all she has for it–
But she still hasn’t found it.
She can’t find it
By looking in the wrong place
Some misconceptions won’t let her move forward
Unless them she’d erase–
Me to tell you
They tell her.
They tell her
True beauty means she must
Look like that girl, that actress
Always compare herself to them
And always them to impress
Be as skinny as a twig
Change hair styles like a wig
Eyeshadow colors that gives off a look of bruised eyes
Seems ugly is the new beauty – magazines can’t lie!
They tell her
She would be more kissable if she puffed up those lips
Practically grow claws on her fingertips
Be more successful with a little cleavage showing
Wear super short skirts even when it’s snowing–
When they told her such
She obeyed them, pretty much
She read up on every fashion news feed
Spent SO much money on cosmetics in greed
But so much time passes, and she sees no result
She still feels so insecure; could she be at fault?
Why wasn’t there improvement, even slight as sprinkles?
Nothing to show her efforts except, well– some early wrinkles
They told her to be beautiful
She must embark on this superficial beauty quest
But a wise man once said that physical beauty
Is merely a stepping stone to pass the real test
If she’d only say,
With an open heart everyday:
Oh Allah, as You have made my appearance beautiful, make my character beautiful.”
Now this begs the question:
How could you find something you don’t know you already have?
Physical beautiful will eventually pass
Unless it’s retained with good character in a tight grasp
So why would she want what fades
Without seeking also what lasts?
And she is beautiful now
If she would only allow
Herself to embark on a real beauty quest
To seek out the type that will outshine the rest…
Comes from confidence in herself
Because she knows Who’s got her back
Comes from a nurtured intellect
To keep her on the right track
Comes from eyes that see blessings
That shed tears when she repents from sinning
Comes from a heart that can empathize, and deeply feel
A heart that results in actions sincere, genuine and real
Comes from a tongue that speaks kindness
That won’t allow any filth to touch it like gossip
Comes with a wise spirit, from listening and acting right
With a sharp mind that won’t accept being manipulated without a fight
It comes from contemplation, self-knowledge and strong faith
BEAUTY comes in so many forms that all combine to create…