Beauty and the Beast
As the lenses come off,
The mascara is removed,
The eye liner is cleaned,
And The eye shadow is mysteriously gone,
The Real Beauty under the fake one
Under its eyelids, we can sense the sin
Of how appearance rules the world today.
The Beast makes its place in the mirror
Telling the Beauty that she is no good,
She wouldn’t have a chance in the outside realm.
What the Beast doesn’t know is that
Without the Beauty or her thoughts,
The Beast can never exist…
© S. J. Trent 2017
Thank you S for this poem! Looking forward for more poets to contribute! Look up for the next week’s topic in Saturday’s post on Fashion!