A poem about beauty standards, and how beauty can kill.
Snow white is a tale of a girl made of glass
Confined to the future of none
She lives in the shadow of beauty
Not knowing the dangers of lust
Slave to the wicked
She breaks at the slightest movement
For she is brittle she is bare, her beauty knows no limits
She lives in a world of roses
Lips of red seduction
But the control has powered her down
Into a lifeless glass doll
Fantasy, she is driven
Into an unreal dimesnion
Of men who call at her will
For all seek beauty
All seek beauty, but it is short
The lust dwindles away
As the last bite of the red apple
For the snow can only make her skin
As cold as ice for so long
@ Camile McGregor
Wow….i’m speechless !!
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Thank you I have the words for you 🙂
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