PRETTY IS A LIE
What if I told you , the word ‘pretty’ is a skin
deep, six letter prison they put you in.
They say “if you lost some weight, you’d be so pretty”
They say “if your skin was clearer, you’d be so pretty”
But what they really mean is “if only you looked like our mass-produced ideal, you’d be so pretty.”
Let me tell you a secret they do not want you to know, nothing about you is pretty nor will it ever be so.
You see, pretty is too small a word to capture the exquisitely complex human phenomenon you are,
Every atom of you was plucked in the quiet
cosmic moments between supernovas and stars,
A carefully chosen pallet of your skin, your eyes,
your muscles and bones from sunset and skies.
So when they tell you about how pretty you could be IF ONLY—-
Cut them off and say `pretty’ is not your worth or value nor something you have ever aspired to be.
POEM BY NIKITA GILL