What do you think of, woman
When you brush your mascara along your lashes
Whipping soft, curled wonders
Careful for smears and smudges
Aiming for perfection in powder and pigment
Ready to face the clock
of routine standard-issue femininity
(we are like spotlights glued on a dancing silhouette, aren’t we
following fast footsteps —)
And you choose somewhere in that geography of textile organized in hangers
Something to cover your anatomy, something to show some or most of it
Depending on the day’s perception and the weather of the times
Patterned to the trending taste and classic malice –
Who told you to look like some mass-produced children’s doll?
Who told you which part of your physical plane should be bigger or smaller?
Who do you do it for?
(when beauty is in the connection between health and the individual value of your curves
your own geometric formula, ancient magick of genetics
not the girls in the magazine
not the generic you-know-the-drill blah blah blah
it’s in you, just your own bizarre attributes, every mark and structure)
Beauty is not a concept built in a factory or a sweatshop.
(and if one man can see all that —)
Vivien Marie Lopez
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