Billboards bombarding
bombing my eyes with navels and drivel
of how perfection ought to be
and them saying thats not me
Women's eyes lowering
abuse apparent to any that would witness
don't you see them cowering
with eyes that are listless....
Still payed for their bodies to be prostituted
mens eyes take want they want
its all free
plainly posted for all to see
Plastered and smeered
gauked at and leered
Making women feel inferior
because of their posterior
Anxiety sells
to the weak and empty
Perpetuating a myth
a lack of plenty
Filling the void
shoving it full
all while assuming
all it takes is good grooming
A bag
or a beer
a car
and a good career
Crap covered in glitter
and priced to sell
all while endorsing
consumerism hell
The lies are apparent
the language is plain
All that they want
is yourself to disdain
To create longing and fear
to prey on the weak
to optimise sales
and for profits to peak
There is no desire
to meet our needs
but to feed the beast
that they will never free
To hell with the billboards
and the magazine ads
I am sick of profit whors
and consumerism fads
I done with the game
of trying to achieve
that mythical place
in which I don't believe
This is my body
Its all that I've got
and while I may not be a model
my husband thinks it hot
So screw the photos
that tell you to think
that something is wrong
and to just go along
Its time to declare
in no delicate way
that I don't really care
what the media has to say.
Well done!!
ReplyDelete~Hannah
Nice!
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