Beauty's Chains

This is actually a song, not apoem, but I don't have another way to publish it, so here it is. It's not about me or anyone I know, more inspired by a society so wrapped up in how they look. It seems that self-respect is tied so closely to beauty these days and people are judged on how they look more than who they are. I have nothing against make-up or looking nice, but all too often I see people devalued because they aren't pretty enough. I work with high school students and I see so many of these young girls struggle to look the "right" way. The shallow vanity that seems to consume our nation is devastating and dangerous. So, I wrote this.

Beaty's Chains

I've never seen so much beauty.

I've never seen so many tears.

It seems the gift's become a burden,

And the child within has realized all her fears.

I can hear the child crying,

I can feel her spirit dying,

And I watch as through a glass,

As she says "That's it, I'm done."

Don't they realize this beauty that they long for,

It's not for everyone.

Blood drops softly on the water.

Panic swiftly rises up.

B eaty's chains hold to her firmly,

As the child drinks from the cup.

I can hear the child crying,

I can feel her spirit dying,

And I watch as through a glass,

As she says "That's it, I'm done."

Don't they realize this beauty that they long for,

It's not for everyone.

This beauty promised everything,

But it just made the child it's slave.

For all the glamour and confidence,

In the end her life she gave.

She slips down in her watery grave.

I break the glass too late,

The child's life is done.

Don't they realize this beauty that they long for,

It's not for everyone.