Where does beauty call home

There are few writers who I believe are able to capture the true essence of the subject matter they write about. First there was Maya Angelou and Langston Hughes now its my brother...... JAMAAL OMAR PEMBERTON AKA silent(k)night. My brother understands the true beauty of a women and he wants women to also know their inner and outer beauty. His poem is below! Love you brother and everything you stand for!


There she sits
Quiet
In a place that can be seen
Asking the person staring at her from the mirror
Who is the fairest of the all
No word
No response
Just silence

So she opens up the bottle
Cause she needs a little more
She always hits the bottle
She has to, but on her face before she hits that door
A beauty,
Inspired by Jet and America’s next
But the real world doesn’t have photo shop
She always forgets

I wish I could tell her
Beauty can’t be sealed in Jars
But like poets writing poetry in jail
It true meaning
It beauty can’ be find at face value
You have to find it behind bars
Even with a good foundation
You can’t hide scars
Cause wounds aren’t just skin deep

Her husband never hit her
He never got loud
He was never proud
Of anything she ever did
Love,
A passing thought
An empty memory
He thinks because he bought her a house
That she would call it a home
But home is where the heartis
And the heart is where love is
So if she lives in a house with no love
I guess she has no home
You can say she is homeless

To many karats made her blind to the truth
That beauty starts from your soul
Radiating through smiles
Whispered on laughter
And attracts love
Real love
But I can’t convince her against her own beliefs
So she’ll walk out that door
Hoping people will see beauty on her
But she’ll never find beauty in her


-Silent(K)night