Suffering for Beauty

Suffering comes so easily
To the plain and the needy
A second skin to weep within
Weep and then breed in
Wipe your glossed up cheeks
Wipe your glossed up cheeks

For they do not have the sheen
Featured in misused magazines
Help you work some fresh dirt in
Applied with the ample grace
From my hips to your sorry face
Why not try some facial cream?
Don’t believe me?

Gaze in the puddle between your hands
Tell me you don’t feel in demand
Now it’s never going to fit you
If you dine on complacency
Tease but do not feed your lips
Take it in the back
Feel the ancestry straps

Pulled in, in, in a bit tighter
If only to make his head feel lighter
If you dream only of feeding
There’s ways to gag & stop you needing
Don’t sound so cheap and greedy
We all suffer for our beauty
A palm- taut chorus sung

With muffled poise and dignity
Exhausted exhorted femininity

Pleasure in the pains to please
And Beauty only comes on her knees
Pleasure in the pains to please
And Beauty only comes on her knees
And Beauty only comes on her knees

 

© Owen Emmerson & Michael Whitehead (2012)

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