Rebellion Beauties

What are we?
Nothing but 3 charming faces?
No more then manners,
predicable, behaved,
are we only full lips,
fare skin,
glistening eyes?

What talents do we behold?
What feelings lay deep beneath our flawless shell?
where are we from, and where are we going?
Do you want to know?
Does it really even matter?

What truth hides behind that award winning smile?
You've never asked
Because to know means to care,
and to care means to hurt.

So don't bother to pity us
We must confide in each other
We will become only reliant
on ourselves
we will differ from the rest

We will become the rebels
to the ever conforming world

becoming only who we are
doing the right thing of what is unspoken of

We are right,
so very wrong
we are three
individuals
entwined, as one

We are
flawed
we are
rude
we are
a disgrace

we are
rebels
disguised as beauties

We are
sensual minorities

and we are here
to prove the whole world wrong

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this one was inspired by a book I read. =]