Partial Beauty



Super models on my door

Pasted thin sheets of paper,

Wasted thin, perfect flesh.

They're attractive like honey

To a starving swarm of bees.

The insect will sting and sting

Until nothing is left of these beauties

But their luscious lifestyle of diets.

The pressure of beauty makes them

Strut, long lean legs across a runway,

While girls like you and I live in

Our small town homes

Wishing we were that lucky.

Luck? It has everything to do with it,

Lucky dust was showered down upon

These made-up life-size dolls.

Red, full lips - silicone filled

Perfect nose, with wide eyes,

Long lashes to match.

Some are curvy with round, fleshy hips

More still are waifs that

Move with the wind and

Break with human touch.

Pouty and dramatic she speaks

With the camera

A one-woman show.

A perfectly drawn, perfectly plucked

Perfectly dressed

One-woman show,

While girls like you and I live in

Our small town homes

Wishing we were that lucky.