Eyes once brown, now opal green Natural beauty is yet unseen. Dark brown hair, of shoulder length, Has lost its sheen, colour, strength. The subtle curve, the woman's breast. Hard and round, no child may rest. What ancestral gene have given you, Your doctor is called to make anew. You say to me - be myself. The parts you need, on doctor's shelf. Beauty's in the eye, behold. A nose now straight, no longer bold. I call thee fake, even plastic too. To yourself, you'll be untrue. Skin freckled once, or pale and bland, Bleached, tucked and golden tanned. Plucked eyebrows thin, or not at all. Extended heels make you tall. Holes, where none had been evolved. Navels to nipples, even tongues involved. I stress one thing, one thing to you... To yourself, be always TRUE © copyright R Anthony H. Rock |