Covergirl Sit back, relax, and breathe in the air
And soon we will fix the gray of your hair
Oh, by the way, it’s not air that you breathe
But toxic gases that might make you dream
The marks on the parts which are saggy and old
Will fade to oblivion, like scars on a soul
Oh, of course they won’t, so you’ll have to pretend
And then be aggressive, and then you’ll defend
The reason you butchered your quite lovely face
You paid me your soul, so I could deface
What Providence makes, and can’t be replaced
It sickens me deeply, and yet you complain
That nothing is ever enough
I stretch the skin on the cap of your skull
Over the skin you’d like to be culled
And suture the thread to hold in a smile
The beautiful mouth which now will revile
And though you don’t know it, I’ll now break your nose
And shave off the parts that make you look old
And old you are, and okay that is
But nightmares of past, you choose to relive
Why do you seek the beauty of flesh?
And why do you care what others confess?
Is a slight of the soul, a blemish of heart?
And now I will finish what you chose to start
But nothing is ever enough
Now is the time you’ll wake from your dream
And look at the stitches, the staples, and seams
You’ll wish you were dead from the pain you’ll be in
You’ll scoff at the bruises, and then you’ll give in
And swallow the pills that push the pain down
And maybe you’ll rip out the stitches and frown
On what you have done, what I helped you do
To mangle your body and then you’ll file suit
You’ll take me to court, you’ll hire a lawyer
Your husband complains and makes you feel smaller
Your husband will jest to pump up your chest
And you are convinced he deserves the best
And nothing is ever enough
{Poem by Brandon Parr}
