The magazines


My mom says that
I am pretty, but
The magazines say
I ain't,
All those people on
Glossy pages,
Smiling
Everlasting smiles
With no sorrows,
With no flaws,
Telling the imperfect me
Just right how I have to be
Because beauty has a price
Just 19.99 $ for perfect eyes,,
Just 27.95 $ for a clear skin,
If you need beauty they're selling!

My mom says that
I am pretty, but
Now I know
I ain't
All alone in
My room,
Crying
Way too many tears
With too many sorrows,
With too many flaws,
Tired of the imperfect me,
Pretty is what I want to be,
And I am willing to pay the price,
Take what it needs for perfect eyes,
Take what it needs for a clear skin,
They sell beauty and I am buying.




















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