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 Category:  Biographical Poetry
  Posted: April 11, 2019      Views: 87

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"Beauty Is Not Reality" by jlsavell

A little girl
trading McCall paper dolls
for Seventeen,
pasting pics of beauty across
her wall of dreams
Dreams where fans of adoration
envied her model looks
and the anguish of her life
settled in her gut
away from the brain
scarred from abuse and betrayal


She dreams; -in fact
she has never stopped dreaming-
a lithe graceful body,
full pouty lips which only pose
they never scream,
fluttering eyelashes
Maybelline's perfection
luscious length hides
the shadows of shame


The full mane of hair
falls like Cher,
luxuriously glorious,
defining strength
falling past the private pain
where intrusion mustn’t exist


She had to live there indefinitely,
even as her bones reached the ceiling
and her small breast perched
in a blossoming parade of maturity


In the still darkness of night
her beautiful dreams
suddenly drown in black water
desperately gasping for breath
repulsed at the sewage draining down her legs


And in the morning, she stands to gaze
in a mirror reflection of ugly
terrified of the incestuous boils
which surface on her flawless skin
Showers scrub the dirt
from her naked vulnerability,
but she never gets clean


Age soon begets wisdom
courage, strength
She has an inherent depth of understanding
their stories hushed from shame


She knows they are here-
spirited hearts pillaged before
they could count


Little girls in womanly uniforms
dreaming of perfection
posed on billboards,
swaying down runways


Still lacquering their faces
to mask the death of innocence
Hiding from monsters
to which surrendering was not an option


She washes her face
scrutinizes the lines which define
a life of demons she has conquered


Donning the softest gloss of pink
she smiles
knowing distant dreams of
beauty is not reality

The face in the mirror


Author Notes
Once again, its been a while since I have even posted or reviewed.

Minimal Punctuation

thank you Bruceiorio for Reflection on Water
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