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Bird's Eye View
I go to the mall all
Alone.
Scuffed up sneakers, old blue jeans. Headphones in.
This way, I’m like an eagle above the earth,
Observing the world from afar.
See the young couples holding hands.
Looking as if they’re will be forever
Together.
A middle-ages, balding man waiting
Outside the store for his woman, reading his well-worn,
Paperback thriller.
That’s love. Devotion.
Nobody will do that for me.
I watch
Teenagers calling eachother m**********
As a sign of friendship.
Teenage boy with a snackback on, pants sagging
Down to his knees texts his girl
(she’s getting ready for their date, flatironing
Her already straight hair, putting makeup on her already pretty
Face, anything for him)
Saying he’s studying for the history exam,
(he’ll pick her up at seven)
wraps his arm around the school s***,
putting his hand up her shirt that’s revealing her D cups.
What’s wrong with society?
When did it become acceptable
To wear torn jeans so low
And patterned skirts so high?
Why is it ok that a simple tube of black mascara costs
Fifteen bucks?
That those bright red signs announcing SALE are lying?
Vanity. Vanity. Vanity.
That you idolize every skinny, toned model
on those Ralph Lauren advertisements? Dream
Of being them?
Those models wouldn’t even dream of eating
the pretzels found on every floor,
with their tantalizing smell,
yet you don’t see this.
Society only sees the perfection.
Why?
Why is it you only feel good when our manicured
And lotioned hands
Gives your dad’s plastic credit card to cashiers
(working at minimum wage)
For some red heels you don’t need?
Prada has become a god..
Why are florescent lights spotlights
Pointing out every flaw?
And changing room mirrors tear down confidence
Until you’re just ready to cry?
Why do you do this to yourselves?
You have marks in your arms from all the bags weighted
Down with dresses and tanktops that never needed to be bought.
Why is it makeup takes up so much space,
Miles and miles
Browse through red lipstick and blue eyeshadow
Miles and miles of war paint bought
For the war against the mirror…
Yet… you never seem to win…
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