What is beauty but the scientific arrangement of our bodies.
The perfectly aligned symmetry that makes us different than the next face.
The genes that have been passed down to create a whole new face,
a beautiful melody of skin and bones
that sings to the few of us who interpret beauty in all ways.
The scars, the scrapes, the scratches and scabs
that differentiate each face, each body, each smile,
to show past memories, good and bad, that taught us lessons
and caused us to change.
The intricate detail of each molecule that makes up our DNA,
some details unwanted,
some of them loved.
The organs that function when we're simply not functioning properly,
the beating of our hearts that resonate our hopes and dreams,
the breathing of our lungs as we take each breath hoping it's not our last,
the thought process that flows through our brains,
telling us what to do,
how to do it
and when to do it.
From noses to eyes, to fingers to toes,
what is beauty, really?
It's the choice to hold our heads high up or down.
The ability to smile and to laugh and to most importantly,
love what is rightfully ours:
The perfectly aligned placement of our faces and bodies.
-Malika
