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Love Her


Aphrodite the beauty queen

The popular girl with gold hair and white teeth

How messy could her life be?

It was messy indeed.

No one seems to see that her teeth are falling from the way she's hunched over a quarter after three

And her hair is falling off from all of the bleach 

Hera stopped trying

Athena stopped knocking 

"Why won't you just eat?"

Maybe her hair wouldn't fall if she just chose to eat 

Maybe she would finally feel complete 

 

Since she was little, society formed a standard about how beautiful she must be 

Like it was a guarantee that she would be loved and feel glee

But she was a moody teen who wanted to flee all the standards they had built

Unsuccessfully she conformed herself due to the guilt 

 

Aphrodite is only sixteen

Her weight should not be her epitome 

She feels unseen even if she's all everyone sees 

 

Aphrodite the beauty queen hunched over the bathroom toilet a quarter after three

What a sad little picture for a beauty queen 

 

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