'Paper Thin Amy' Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

‘PAPER THIN AMY’
She struts her stuff
Like she’s walking
On a catwalk
For all the beautiful people
To come and idolise her
However, they don’t come
To revel in her beauty
They come to abuse and ridicule
Her less than size zero
Her third world figure
So who could blame them?
For writing to
Paper-thin Amy
Your looks are not dreamy
You could be in a nightmare
From a Hitchcock movie
When you turn sideways
You disappear
You are so thin
The photographers
Airbrush
All the fat bits in
You were the queen
Of your fashion world
Your brain emaciated
And your body too
All the world thought you a freak
You got dressed up
Or dressed down
To show the world
Wearing your beauty queen crown
But, eventually it got to you
You took your life
As great people often do
You joined the great in heaven
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I hold you forever in my eye
To me you were beautiful

MICMAC