Slaves to Beauty
The want for beauty,
Exceeds the need.
The envy
For flawlessness
Changes women,
Into glamorous monsters.
Mascara covers our
Thin eyelashes
Eyeliner lines our eyes
With a black frame
Foundation blankets our
Red, blotchy faces
The public never sees
Our real self
Because we are
Bounded by the allure of perfection
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