Plastic

That poor girl
the one who
hates her reflection,
all of it disgusts her.
She wants love
to hold it to feel it
to smell it to have it,
yet her appearance
she thinks is stopping it.
She starts with her hair
changing its color
dark light
and dark again
it's never right,
she gets contacts
blue, green
even purple
anything to deny the brown,
her nose deemed imperfect
is now straight like an arrow,
her thought to be thin lips
now utter self hate from puffy clouds,
and love has still not found her,
her breasts not big enough for anyone to want
she got them done,
she couldn't catch a fly even with all that honey
and so she made them even bigger!
Love is surly on its way now.......


Maybe, just maybe if she looked a little harder
at herself, maybe if she loved herself, love would
have found her,and maybe when
she was looking at her imperfect chest she should
have gone deeper, to her heart, sometimes the shallow
are victims of there own thoughts, trying to fit into
their sick perceptions of a human being,
and in the process destroying what was human about
them in the first place. Imperfections we all have them
it's how we choose to view them,, some cant even see them
and others, well they dwell and see things most human
eyes cannot.