To an untrained eye
She is perfect
But I know better
How very broken
This poised manicured mannequin
Stitched with sunstreaked
Feathery falling hair
She purchased at the parlor
From Daddy's hard earned dollars
Now hers to spend splendid
And with great insignificance
That twinkle in her eye
From contact lens created
And should you be envious
Of her shimmering seamless tan
You too can be sprayed
To a glistening shine
The mutilating mural of the myriad
Of tattoos tell her story
Of still struggling for something
Important to say
With a new piercing to catch the light
Of the her dimming self esteem
Beyond the glamorous grin
Of porcelain veneers and plumped up lips
I see the shadow of a pout
And while she accessories with
Only the most flawless of stones
I notice she has not one mirror
In her home

Susan Lacovara

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