Picture Perfect Magazine Queen - Poem by Ricky Bryant
You form and mold your body to fit in with the world.
You cake on beauty products just to prove you are a girl.
You watch your tv shows and you buy your magazines.
You destroy everything you are to try and be a queen.
You'd sell your soul to have it all and still be wanting more.
You say you are a model woman, yet your nothing but a whore.
The devils bride, your foolish pride will surely be your end.
You throw away all those who love you, family and friends.
And when the walls come crushing down you will be alone.
Enjoy the glamor while you can, you will fall on your own.
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