The Trap

She stares into the mirror

At a plain and ugly face

Wouldn’t dare step foot on city streets

Without paint and hair in place

She scours beauty magazines

That tell her backside dimples need a cream

Starve yourself, skip dinner

Because objects in the rear are wider than they seem

She spends vacation time in hospitals

For a nip and suck off the hips

Returns to work looking caricaturized

With fat injected lips

She drowns her hair in peroxide bowls

To cover up the gray

While waxers rip body hair right out

So she’s as smooth as baby’s first day

She stares into the mirror

At a plain and ugly face

Brainwashed by impossible standards

Stripped of confidence and grace

~kfu