Doting on the ‘wise’

She walked the path of life alone,

battling the labyrinth of societal norms.

Her beauty was indeed unparalleled;

exceptionally unique, she was not made to fit in

She had blemishes on her skin,

as if embroidered to perfection.

Her skin color was deep,

like her thirst for acceptance,

Her marks told a story unlike any other ever told

It was a symphony of notes never sung before

To her awe she celebrated the difference

Owing to the fact that her body was not going to be a hindrance

She worked and put on a great fight,

Her looks became the problem even though her talents out-shined

They told her she was ugly

That for her dreams she was not worthy

To those sickening hearts she starred in the eyes

She shot a beautiful smile and humbly replied

“In the beholder’s eyes does beauty lie,

Those who are impaired have to deny

Beauty is undefined and just another attribute

There is more to a person than simply their looks

You should know behind the facade does pure talent reside

Clearly you don't, after all, not all ‘wise men’ are truly wise.”