The scalpel Fashion

The essence of Beauty has been compromised,

A Botox bouquet injecting rejections of
God’s desired artistry,
As if re-writing a holy script
With fashionable statements
And soft pink pages

False eyes lashes
Fall like plastic sticky feathers
On to suctioned thighs
Walking tall on slippery
Ebony heels
To the next fabled fad

Full lips flap
Cherry coated
And medicated
Tasting nothing
But the scalpels
Deep kiss

With your press on nails
You direct our youth
To the boney chairs of anorexic
Waiting rooms
Where starvation sits pretty

Glamour girl,
You will never truly change
Just mask fair imperfection
With an emptiness
That jars the true nature
Of individual sculpting
Like mass produced products
Flaunting golden price tags
Of a hollowed accomplishment

The longevity of your shallow philosophy
Will be fleeting, leaving nothing more than
A well maintained corpse

by SilentWords
posted on 03/11/2009