Loss Of Good Looks Poem by Christina Simmons

Oi! What are you gawking at in such astonishment? Are you not familiar
With this image portray before your sight? A disfigured amputee
Pleaseee don't nod your head pretending to empathized with understanding, knowing how I feel
Can walk ten thousand miles in my shoes, never envisage what it feels like
Robbed, like a thief in the night, of cherished individuality: The grief way down in the core of My psyche

A gal so beautiful could launch a thousand ships....Now
Not ever greeting a stranger with a warm smiling hello, revealing gap-tooth, 'dents du bonheur'French for lucky teeth; change
Appearance by having new hair-do, pencil eyebrows, powdered rouge cheeks and bright rose-lips
A woman is meant to be flirtatious - winking eye-lash at any hard-hearted male, with a come-on smile, I'm ready to go: smiling sweetly - sing a lullaby; moves making me feel all so sexy

Instead what do I have? Features which looks like they belong to a retarded, ha-ha-ha! Viewed with Low intelligence: ha-ha-ha! A glare that won't move a muscle, lips only moving to the left; smile rarely on show; Hey! It's not all bad, gloomy: learnt to accept and love this new image
But once in awhile, like one of the devil's victim, I get sidetrack, thrown back; Not perceived as man's desired beauty: major disappointment - sulk at a face

That doesn't meet the mark; doesn't get the equivalent too five stars: No smiles rather rebuke and snub; this iron maiden doesn't make him feel OK! Prince Charming - lighting up his
World, allow him to shone mines; in the process he becomes a powerful strong hero
Scrutinized deeply - see a tortured soul yearning for freedom


























4/5/16
Sylvestina Simmons