Equality is Fake

            Harmony unifies a wounded core weaving an immaculate soul through decayed ventricles of the barely pulsating heart. We are weak, just flesh and bones dragging our feet ten steps behind. Pretty girls hide behind makeup and males bulk up with muscle, afraid to show their true self in case someone should see.  Coincidentally that is who we want to be, date, and befriend.  Fake. There is no truth to perfection, there is no perfect. Embrace the flaws all of us human beings possess. Otherwise there is no use for oxygen, society is dead. Equality has failed, fight on and inequality will collapse; for once when we are exposed, meaningful relationships will blossom.

            Barriers blockade us.  Mass media preaches flawlessness. Each morning she awakes as the sun passes the horizon, and immediately perches herself with perfect posture at her vanity and paints a picture. A check list rests upon the mirror.  Necessities to be beautiful: ideal completion, complementary eye-shadow, blush, long eyelashes, lined lips, straight hair and a gentle smile. Society rationalizes appearance to a degree of suffocation. Beauty is now a science. There is no realization or intrigue to this world causing vulnerability to eat away at us. We live in fear. An enigma cannot survive. Relationships would be equal if all judgment vanishes. Instead of being a statistic, it is necessary to break away from the societal norm and embrace our flaws. Instead of pushing aside our abrasions and covering them up, we can heal. Relationships are therapy, people can mend us. Digging deep and exposing our true self is not a crime. Everyone one has an equal opportunity and power to survive; however, society has a choke hold on us. Relationships consist of grace, love and mercy so there is no need to be vulnerable.  Each morning as I peer into the mirror I see myself staring back. I am ready to start the day. I am me and just me, nothing can change that.