my present to my sisters

[eliomo2]

girl, i see you

i see what you can't see
don't see, could see, but don't see
beauty
that transcends
beauty
that depends
on perfect replication
of perfection's inspiration
implication being
there's no vision behind seeing
duplication without meaning
so i screaming
sister, please don't pay attention
to the faces of convention
their invention:
beauty
that offends
beauty
that ascends
beyond the first impression
of our reflective glass obessesion
the mirror's confession:
true beauty lies
on wings of butterflies
and when you find it
it will free you
for when you find it
it will be you.

girl, i see you.