- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Vanity's Quarry
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
(Written the day of the Aztec High School Shooting)
Vanity typically seeks as quarry
The variant stranger to curtail.
It's the craven cast as predatory -
Blemishes cloaked behind a veil.
Day after day we say that we hate
Those that flaunt bright red hair.
Such blasphemy is often our fate;
Blind we stay to love and care.
Our hair is but a physical trait;
Love, our personal reflection of God.
Perhaps vanity, for empathy's sake,
Best be swiftly dispatched with a nod.
Vanity's tongue lashes the innocent
To compensate our haggard scars'
Relentless quest to render impotent
The God-Source within us all.
Usually, stupidity mirrors vanity,
Leaving the wounded none the wise,
As laughter feigns some tortured entity's
True reflection upon his guise.
Is a chiding second ever viable–
Its hate so affably displayed–
Upon those whom we haven't
The courage to even love a day?
- COMMENTS
