Colour Blindness

Colour Blindness
What does beauty look like when it is felt and not seen?
When the blind to see it in their dreams.
When the beauty resonates in the ears of the deaf.
When it is the screams of the dumb.
When it re-instates sanity to the psychotic.
To redefine the very essence of beauty, I go on a quest to find the true treasures hidden within.
This coat of arms on our face has robbed us of the definition of beauty.
Defining our relations by the brand of their lipstick or is it the type?
The contouring on our faces has truly made our character rigid.
Please someone define all this madness to me, this madness my generation as agreed to live in.
This madness that has redefined our existence.
We live in a world where our eyebrows are sponsored my the Nike logo.
How is this even possible.
Should class really be defined by the material we wear or by my approach to humanity?
I refuse to conform to the world. I refuse to be the concept of the colours on my face.
 I'm stepping out of the box.
I don't want to look like a doll.
I refused to be consumed by appearance alone.
Do you care to join me, let's see beauty in everyone. Naturally.