All beauty has been taken.
The natural is no longer allowed
to be as it is without filter.
The body is no longer a temple;
it’s a canvas on which we paint.
The soul is relegated to metaphor
and no longer allowed to spread
to the hearts of others.
The picture of a tranquil scene
0r a painting of a flock of geese
does not tell of human vanity;
oh, there might be beautiful pics
of women in yoga, mid-lotus,
but this is the worship and praise
of buying a smaller waist.
Primp and put on makeup,
and cover yourselves with the finest cloth.
The natural is no longer allowed.
The body is covered with ads;
your skin is the billboard and target,
and your mind is the space for their sales.
Dear men, you too shall primp,
moisturize, and soften,
and loosen at the knees:
your body is the next gold mine.
The male is under attack
by minions of corporations
that seek the next quarters growth;
The female is utterly chained
to ideas that most males do not believe;
She is beautiful regardless of me
or whatever I happen to believe,
but I grew up in an era
of television and magazines
that pitted her body
against the bottom line
and her prospective mate.
This poem was inspired after reading Luna’s poem #376 over at lunatheblog.com. Please stop by her blog and see if you enjoy her writing as much as I did. https://lunatheblog.com/2021/07/30/poem-376/
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