Sculpted Lives

Up on that golden pedestal; we sure do shine,
While they work out in their heads the perfect design,
And they snap their fingers; they've found the one,
Muttering: "These girls will be flawless when we're done!"

Bronze skin shines under the bright spotlight,
Covered slightly by a white shirt worn tight,
And our skirts are hiked up three inches too high,
Topped off with make-up around our blind eyes.

Chiseled to perfection; down to every detailed curve,
Our beauty is one thing they've worked hard to preserve;
A masked beauty with an exterior of disguise,
Is the prettiest little thing in all of their egotistic eyes.

We've got the looks; they don't care about the brain,
Holding the compliments from the gents so vain,
And we fall under pressure; on beauty we thrive,
For society now has control over our sculpted lives.

-Jenna Elphick
June 17, 2007

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They being society and media, we being the people who fall under the pressure of them and the pressure of stereotypes from guys.