Skin Deep
This week is the annual Haiku Death Match at Writer’s Block. Last year I wrote 50 haiku and stuffed them inside homemade fortune cookies. This year I decided to have a life instead, but I did write a poem made up of 4 haiku.
We teach girls to stare
into their mirrors all day
and hate what they see.
Beauty is not a
function of youth or finding
the right eyeshadow.
Real beauty comes
from joy and confidence that lies
beneath the surface.
We fear those airport
scanners so, because we feel
ugly inside, too.
Tracy Meisky is a poet, writer, singer, songwriter and all-around boat rocker from way back. Feel free to look around, but if you break it, you bought it.