Color Me Pretty

A splash of red against a canvas of black and brown.

A harp among drums.

Until…she met you.

What was once reflected as beautiful?

Now appeared as disorientated in her mirror.

She had shot to the moon and somehow got lost in space relentlessly orbiting around her self-love.

Until, you came along.

Disillusioned by her own beauty.

It’s your judgment that clouded her mind.

Her emotional immunity broken down by your bullets of infections fired from your tongue loaded with hatred.

Her minds had no antibodies against your contagious personality.

She was never vaccinated against your words.

No defense against your offence was taught was her.

Vindictive venom oozed from your words.

Your metallic words snaked around her thoughts, constricting to all good thoughts of herself.

You turned her into a:

Shrunken violet.

Faded flower.

Wilted rose.

A beautiful black rose stripped naked of its shielding thorns.

With your cold claws you ripped her apart exposing her flaws

Envy painted you aura.

Her flaws you used to stitch yourself pretty.

Her insecurities you wore beautifully as your crown.

Her weaknesses became your thrown.

You turned her heart and mind against her own body.

Made her believe that she everything BUT beautiful.

A walking contradiction to your preaching’s.

I thought I heard you say: “be comfortable in your own skin.”

She used to think she was beautiful.

She used to think she was pretty.

But you had sewn yourself into her brain.

Embedded yourself into her heart.

Tattooed your marks of insecurities onto her soul

You patronized her beauty.

She was now blind to the fact that you yourself were broken.

But you were now harder to wipe away from her like black Mac lipstick smudged on a white leather bag.

Oh society!

Stop looking for monsters under your bed and finally realize that you are one.