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Death or Beauty?
Dying must be beautiful
Starving can kill you
But you want me twig thin
The sun causes cancer
But you want me tan
The sun causes wrinkles
But you want me smooth
But after I burn my skin
With a laser
Rearrange my teeth
Inside my head
Put water balloons
In my chest
Shards of plastic
In my eyes
Vacuum out so much fat
That I can’t menstruate
Will I be beautiful?
Or will I die?
Why can’t you see
The beauty I already have?
Maybe you have the problem
And not me
I think this is an excellent poem. It explains the truth of the pressures society puts on us to be perfect and at the same time it expresses your own opinion creatively. Great job :)
Beauty is merely what goodness a person chooses to see in a person. Some people aren't beautiful, most people are just blind. Beauty is though in the eye of the beholder.