The Eye of the Beholder
An Inverse Poem
Hate is inevitable
So don’t tell me that
I am the same as you
Because your skin and mine are different
You hate me for not being you
And I hate that
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
So, trust me when I say I know you think
That my skin is the wrong skin
And nothing you can tell me will make me accept
My skin is perfect
Because no matter what
Black is second class
And you cannot tell me that
Black is beautiful
Because I see something else
Is Black my cross to bear?
* This poem is an inverse poem. Please now read each line in reverse order, from the last line to the first.
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Copyright © 02/02/2024 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.
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very clever.... i really enjoyed this and i think it's a strong statement.
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I love the reversal of theme-exactly what they were looking for, I think. From negative to positive your lines convey smoothly.
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Thank you for writing so beautifully
Wooow, I love it in both ways! Very creative! Congrats on TS!🥳
Awesome inverse poem. 🥰
Brilliant. A powerful inverse poem.
This is just really solid, unshakeable either way.
This is fantastic. Congrats on the TS
Unbelievably well done!
the great job
beautiful.
That was quite the puzzle you took on in crafting this. And you solved it! Great work!
interesting story
Great! Congrats on TS!
Beautifully done. I loved reading this on the reverse. 💕 Congratulations on Top Story!
Great poetry and meaning!
Oh I am gonna use this to help me when i write mine! Brilliant work! This stands out from the crowd.
OUTSTANDING!
At first, I thought you were racist but when I read it in reverse it was so beautiful and so well put together.
Excellent poem-Congratulations on top story!
Superb work! Keep it up—congratulations!
Brilliant.
Woah! That's an amazing composition.