what do you do when they claim you're weak?
and your face is flawed and your fate is bleak?
and they tell you you're worth nothing more,
that all your life has been a bore?
with lipsticks red and blushes pink,
you feel at home when stained with ink.
repeat that lie to ensure you're fine,
to reaffirm - ensure you'll shine.
drown yourself in perfumes sweet
don't be engulfed wholly by the heat
be sure to show the world your beauty
it's not a choice, it's your utmost duty.
that's what this century has defined for us
a life of glamour, our national chorus
an army of manikins brought to life to conquer,
mandated for good, an option no longer.
forget one's books, one's emotions, one's habits
not the reason why we're born unto this planet.
just cut your faults and paste perfection
it isn't yours? who cares? accept the injection.
morph your face until your features fade,
close your eyes and embrace the blade.
wait until you've crossed the line
between what is yours and what is mine.
because when you're you, you're never appealing
to be attractive, you have to be willing
to lose yourself to desires so strong
til even you forget what exactly's wrong.
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Poetry| 1st Place for Summer Sun Awards (Beginner's Firsts) | | 2nd Place for the Pinpoint Awards | | Finalist for the 2016 Awards | It matters not what people think regarding things you believe strongly in. Perhaps, it may even help to even spread...
