Tag Archives: Beauty

Perception Of Self

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This poem I just wrote a few days ago. It’s quickly become one of my favorites. The words just oozed out of me so naturally for this one.

PERCEPTION OF SELF

The mirror.

It must be wrong.

Who is this girl?

Today

I like her.

Today

her eyes are bright

enough to burn your skull.

Today

her hair flows & glows

down her chest.

Today

blemishes are bygones.

Today

she smiles back at me;

Her eyes twinkle along.

Tomorrow

A MONSTER will reflect back.

Tomorrow

her eyes will be dim. DULL.

“Baby shit green,”

Mother has said of the shade.

Tomorrow

Her hideous hair will hit

her shoulders HORRENDOUSLY.

Tomorrow

the vivid zits will look

VOLCANIC.

Tomorrow

she will NOT smile.

Tomorrow

Self-esteem

will be too low to force

those FANGS out.

Tomorrow

she will STARE

back at me

and ask:

Who is this girl?

The mirror.

IT MUST BE WRONG.

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Cleavage

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The first recent poem I’ve posted. I still can’t believe I’m sending this out into the world! I love it.

CLEAVAGE

Rock foliation. Sixth grade.

“The only cleavage I know anything about is this!”

Says Mother, and tugs at the collar of her T-shirt.

Unhelpful with homework however humorous.

The Media says

Cleavage is sexy?

A walking Oedipus complex temptress.

Apocrine glands. Nothing More.
Wrong.

Uselessly used

As a barbaric rating system.

An entire restaurant chain

Dedicated to

Proudly displaying

That fatty tissue.

Producing salivating, slobbering “sirs”.

Willing women. Attention loving ladies.

Some more well-endowed than others.

Inadequate adolescents.

Foxy females feeling

Grotesque.

Cleavage means to me…

A somber shadow

That happens to fall

mid-chest.

Jealousy?

At times.

Vanity/worth issues?

Naturally.

Everyday?

Nope.

True beauty’s true value

Prevails.

With a little help from two

Flirty freckles

Amidst that somber shadow.

Joan Jett jams;

“I know what I am,

I am what I am.”