It changes
Like energy, it can't be destroyed
Only transformed into another state of being
So why is beauty so subjective?
Why do we pick apart our features
As if we were picking apples from a tree?
What is it about the leaves
The branches
The trunk and soil that make us appreciate those less?
Why do we not see ourselves holistically?
In need of having those other parts of us
Cultivated and praised
Instead we praise what can be consumed
Not the eternal core that is the creator of what you see.
But you only see one version of me
And you label it "beauty"
What about my voice
My heart
And my mind
Or are those are not superficial enough
To rouse your body?
But if you were to change your perception of what is truly magnetic
Your soul might expand
Beauty, after all that crumbles,
Is multifaceted
And deeper than any superficial surface
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