The Things Which MatterA Poem by RhondaI know to many women like this, it's sad. Maybe this is just a rant, but oh well.
She puts on her makeup,
Enough to look artificially natural.
She straightens her hair
Just to get out the curl.
The high heels on her feet
Elevate her above what she is on the inside.
The inside doesn’t matter,
As long as her clothes look good.
She is packaged,
One size fits all.
Originality, authenticity, individualism—
None of it matters.
The things that count she has perfected
Makeup, hair, the tightest clothes.
She thinks she is a woman.
Psuedo-self respectability is her strongest characteristic.
© 2008 RhondaReviews
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