This poem reminds me of a previous post I've made about "My Inner Life" and how someone can not truly be judged by their outside factors.
In this poem, it shows beauty as something internal and passionate, rather than physical features. It says that true, raw beauty is pure good soul with nothing fake about it. Though, it gives off a vibe that no human can attain real beauty as this. Yes, there are good people that may seem as pure as can be, yet beauty is always scathed, whether it's feeling aggresive or slight jealousy to simply putting on mascara. Though, Pullman does make a point to say that a person can only have beauty within themself and for a person to always strive for perfect, caring, indestructable beauty.
In this poem, it shows beauty as something internal and passionate, rather than physical features. It says that true, raw beauty is pure good soul with nothing fake about it. Though, it gives off a vibe that no human can attain real beauty as this. Yes, there are good people that may seem as pure as can be, yet beauty is always scathed, whether it's feeling aggresive or slight jealousy to simply putting on mascara. Though, Pullman does make a point to say that a person can only have beauty within themself and for a person to always strive for perfect, caring, indestructable beauty.
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