I'm beautiful, darn it.
by Aaron Blair
Face, I'm only the one wearing you,
but, I hated you like an enemy,
the skin clinging, parasitic,
to the heavy bones of my skull;
a curtain to cover a window
that would rather have been naked.
At every mirror's flash, I cursed you,
fat white balloon, eyes as wide
as saucers, and almost as cow-eyed round,
cheeks like a gluttonous squirrel,
the entire braying, cackling zoo neatly
ensconced in one human head.
Now I know the truth of it, why,
I'm as beautiful as Helen,
Aphrodite perhaps, foam-covered gorgeous.
I should dance naked in shells,
bring war into the hearts of
wholly virtuous men, saints
corrupted by just the look of me.
I'll hone my eyelashes until
they are weapons, poised, at the ready,
to bat and make men lie down like dogs.
No one will ever believe I used to be ugly.
They'll whisper, emphatically horror-filled,
"Oh, no!" And I'll smile, Marie Antoinette with her cake,
my luscious lips curving like a sharp half moon,
and gloat to my face that I've won.
Author's Note: Slam poem. "Quiet accomplishment." Whatever. I'm hot. Or not. Satire.
Posted on 08/13/2005
Copyright © 2023 Aaron Blair
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Sarah Graves on 08/13/05 at 07:12 AM|
This is exceptional. You start with looking at one's self, and then towards the middle.. it's not just you, but a whole society of women. You hit body image right on, in such an eloquent way. Great read.