La Beaute- a poem in two parts

« Beauty"s not important »
That’s what we pretend we believe.

Ignoring a child with glasses and braces
Who sits with only his imaginary friend by his side.

« Beauty "s not the key to success »
That’s what we pretend we believe.

Pealing for a young dancer
Carrots sticks she’ll eat for diner


« Beauty "s irrelevant »
That’s what we pretend we believe.

Snapping at the skinny guy
Who dared ask us to kiss him goodbye.

« Beauty "s just worthless »
That’s what we pretend we believe.

Watching her kneel on the bathroom floor
And stick two fingers down her throat.


Part 2

" nice ass"
he had yelled
grabbing her by surprise:
spreading her legs,
bruising her neck,
he had gotten inside
with power and pride.

That's what you get for being too pretty,
and turning him on in the middle of the street.

" Fuck you bitch"
she had yelled
shaving the other girl's head.
slashing her cheeks,
damaging her looks,
she had torn that soft face
with envy and jealousy.

That's what you get for being too pretty
and stealing the boys from her eager arms.

" You think you're too good for me"
he had threatened
pushing her against the wall.
breaking her arm,
beating her up,
he had smashed her head
with anger and rage.

That what you get for being too pretty
and maybe one day, leaving for someone better looking.