vouge

porcelain skin
glitter eyes
cascades of gold
the centerfold
speaks beauty to us all

your airbrush hips
your ruby lips
the twinkle in your eye
which part is real?
under all the make-up
do you even feel the fan
blowing your dress against your
perfect thigh

sky high
your lashes make me cry
for i am never you
a clumpy human
not a bronzed goddess

plastic people
plastic lives
why do we envy?
we don't see the beauty in our crooked smiles