Reality no longer required
Filters and masks
Gladly revise uniqueness
Into pigeon-hole ideals
My work is no longer complete
Until I reshape my client
Arms reduced, eyes enlarged
Take up less space
So you may deserve it
How many lamenting individuals
Have begged me for transformation
I resent the words I must needs use
To mask perverse mutations
"Polish, refine, perfect"
Lies I mouth with genuine smiles
Despicable, is what I’ve become
A two-dimensional alchemist
Hustling pyrite as gold
If I could, I would
Scrub the world
Of every false idol swaying the masses
Contouring button noses
Flagrant offenders barring entry
Gatekeeping love and acceptance
I pray the revolution is imminent
Against snake oil profiteering
Reject photoshop’s alteration
Stand by your hawk nose
Roll your fat in your palms
Reveal your aliveness
Pinch your face to the point of pain
Your living flesh
Is not a glass surface
One day I hope to sell you
Authenticity in all its forms
Film, the original truth-teller
Made glorious once again
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Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Comments (2)
Well-wrought! All the emphasis on gold in those old tomes, but no real explanation of why it should be so valuable in the first place! Conspicuous, eh?
Authenticity is so difficult to come by these days. Loved your poem!