fakeness

perfume, cosmetics, the downfall of our lives. the fact that women put it on them makes me want to run and hide.
what makes true beauty, the make up or the fashion.
they give women only two options in these magizine that is really crashing.
I don't get it, what is it with this time, what happened to those days when natural was all right.
I'm a man, a man who is upset, upset with the idea that women look all wet.
when they cry the tears smother them, they smother their face the make up met.
get out of here fashion magizines, get real and less crazy.
I don't want my future daughter, if I ever get.
to look so thin and frill, to get so dang wack.
the fact that women put this stuff of them selves, the cosmic energy goes frill. they look so fake, I want real, whats happened to this world.
so women every where I ask, though I'm a man in white.
will you fall for these deadly magizines, that make you look too tight.
R.M.
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sorry, just switched to playstation, can't really do a whole lot with it, not as much as xbox any way.
Quite suggestive. An intention to show the right path to modern beauty. Indescribable theme.
thanks Ravindra
Hi Russel
Great poem and so very true. All these messages fed to our young minds takes them so far away from the true beauties that life beholds and dresses it up with empty promises and lies.
this should of been your subject shirley, you probly have more ideas then me. plus, I think you have more experience with poetry then me.
Thanks Russel,
i am humbled, i will keep this in mind.
Kind regards
S.P
I like this site Russell,
I am inspired to draw and paint again.
Thanks son.
Sorry I wrote that last comment.
I was signed in as Russ because I have his picture on my file and was updating his profile for him
Tammy
congratulations Russ on the win....outstanding poem partner....
Jim
didn't even know it was a win till now. this is awsome. hope the money goes to a worthy cause. not my pockets. no sir ree