She has to look pretty,
No fat on her belly,
She has to be extraordinary.
Looking for what people agree,
She wants them to see
Her beauty in reality.
Her body
Becomes rent-free,
As everybody's fantasy.
She is an irony,
Wanting to be free;
She is the one who brings a soul into reality.
But society has bought her dignity.
They tell her what she needs to be.
She follows because she needs her sanity.
Mon 7th Apr 2025 10:14
Yanma,
The way you’ve captured the tension between external expectations and internal desires in this poem is striking. The image of a woman’s body becoming "rent-free" as others project their fantasies onto her is powerful—it speaks to the commodification of beauty in such a haunting way. The irony of wanting freedom while being forced to conform just to maintain sanity is something so many can relate to. You’ve highlighted a deep truth: beauty is often defined by others, but true self-worth lies far beyond the surface. This poem is a much-needed reminder that beauty isn’t just what’s seen, but what’s felt and lived inside. Thank you for bringing that message to life so poignantly.
Cheers,
Rolph
This resonates with me today as only yesterday my wife and I were trying to explain beauty to our eleven years old granddaughter, who is of course beautiful in our eyes.
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Auracle
Mon 7th Apr 2025 12:03
And still we want to ritually burn the Barbie Dolls, in an almost futile attempt to depornify our perverted brains.
Where are the rules®ulations?