Descent Of A Woman

Born of beauty, cursed by creed,
and cast into the labyrinth.
Natural in strength and deed,
but coaxed into perversity.

The lure of adulation strong,
too strong for prudence to resist,
then vanity becomes the norm,
the reason why she must exist.

Drawn towards the auctioneer,
and sold into a perfect vision,
conforming to expectant dreams,
she climbs the mountain of derision.

Too soon the clouds descend on her,
forcing her to lose her way.
Vulnerable to faceless vultures,
forcing her to fit and pay.

Visions of a perfect beauty.
Visions of a perfect form,
telling her it is her duty,
telling her it is the norm.

The shroud of pressure and the curse,
deludes her from the potent truth.
The ideal woman is a mirage,
followed at the cost of youth.

Pain and sufferance seems to be,
a woman's cross since time began.
The curse that shapes the form of she,
was manufactured of a man.


Beauty is only skin deep, but these days plastic surgery can fix that.