It's a trap

It's a trap

A Poem by FoxandtheSword

Every day,
I straighten my curls,
Paint my lips with a perfect arch,
Draw wings on my eyes,
Every day,
Trying on shirt after shirt
Seeing what makes me look the thinnest,
Short skirts that leave little to the imagination,
But why?
Since when did zero become such an important number,
When did we start wasting paychecks to change our bodies,
Why do we smother our faces in lies to feel pretty,
Why can't we just accept that we are people,
and our skin is our skin
Regardless of it's color, it's flaws, it's scars,
We are here to live and flourish,
Not to deteriorate into nothing.

© 2018 FoxandtheSword

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nice poem... explains it all, regardless of our colors, our flaws, it's scars, we are here to flourish, not to deteriorate into nothing

Posted 3 Years Ago

An emotionally poignant poetic questioning examination on how the importance of 'image' has been brainwashed into today's society. Very well presented my friend - wordplay, imagery and message all there to see and ponder upon! Well done and great share … :-)

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Added on October 9, 2018
Last Updated on October 9, 2018
Tags: poem, girl, mental health, makeup, society, mirror, skin, hair, body, beauty, appearance, live



Just someone with a lot of thoughts and very little room to share them and people to tell them to. more..


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