Beauty is a prison dressed in pink perfume,
, it is stiletto heels on smiling glass-eyed mannequins
, it is the Chinese water-torture, disharmony and sugar.
Beauty is the soft voice of the serpent
, selling rivalry of crimson lipstick and mascara
, telling you that beauty can be bought or caught.
Beauty is the lies that mirrors tells
, the eyes of hushed and snickering beholders,
, the strife to climb the ladder of attraction.
Beauty is a feeble friend betraying with a grin,
, the needle through a butterfly
, the razorwired walls around the secret garden.
But beauty also is the luminosity of friendship
, a mother’s lullaby and breaking bread with strangers.
Beauty is a toddler’s smiling face.
The internet is full of stories of men who live in “relationships” with life size sex dolls. This made me think about how much of our concept of beauty is based on artificial matters. Maybe me poem is a bit over the edge, but beauty has become something that is not really based on being human any longer.
Linked to Open Link Night at dVerse.
October 4, 2018