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Her History Is More Than What You See On Her Face
A Poem
age — such an ugly word
to a society that loves
to beat women down
for every wrinkle
and each sag of skin
you’d think they’d know better
than to wage war with women
who birthed the whole human race
beauty — such deception
in a world that uses it
for currency
in every picture
and each screen
you’d think it would be better
just to see people as they are,
but no — we crave the lies
honesty — such a bygone
in a ruined palace
of expectation
trapped in gold
and scarred by silver
you’d think we would realize
the truth may hurt —
but at least it’s the devil we know
woman — such a term
laced with disregard
and no respect,
far from the man
who lords over all