Letter to a Model

LETTER TO A MODEL




I see you, walking in those clothes

bright with fresh ideas that bring smiles

or writes disgust on faces paid

to become armchair critics.

Starry-eyed children look upon

your images and believe in

dreams that fill their innocent minds,

that drive them to begin to live

anorexia, bulimia, diets

forging mannequins out of man.

You are on your way to become

your own Lisa Fonssagrives.

You bring the ocean to me in

this wow bikini, the meaning

of womanhood now dawns on me

but womanhood, not only looks

plus ability, character,

essence of freshness, virtue, pure

Eve in this ocean of Adams

It is not you that I am mad at;

it is the way they've made you look.

You skip meals, punishing your genes

with instructions to become what

that instructor has no way of

creating; making you look closer to death.

You are beautiful, you are all

that the eyes demand of beauty

yet your eyes tell me of a lamb

en route to a life most unfair

to reality of human race.

My smiles might be because of ways

you look and turn and walk runways,

but my tears are for all things done

in vain names of perfection.

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Entertainment

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