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reflection13 — Media Bride of Frankenstein
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Walking down the street I came across a storeWith a scarecrow standing outside the door
“Come in”, she said. “We’re open 24/7
For a little cash, we can put you into heaven
We’ll take your picture before and another one then
You will say you never want to be that monster again
From the time you enter here your new life will start
And of our elite culture, you will become a part”
Turn me into a Frankenstein
Break my legs and clamp them with needles and pins
Elongate them and put rods through my shins,
Break, and remold my jaw and my chin
Chemically burn and peel off my skin
Then put me on a diet till I’m pathetically thin
Tell me that I’m fat till im what you call slim
Fill my ass and breasts with silicone
Slice and dice me till I’m nothing but plastic and bone
Make me like the girls I see on TV
The monsters you created that I constantly see
“Now the first step”, said the scarecrow. “Is a lobotomy,
Women who think too much are just not sexy
And then, my friend, all your sorrow we will mend
With good looks, the happiness never seems to end
All the attention you’ll gain will put an end to your pain
Vixen like stealth will get you wonderful wealth
Just pay and fill out this form
And your beautification we will perform”
Turn me into a Frankenstein
Shatter and grind off the bones in my nose
Force my feet into shoes that deform my toes
Inject poison and collagen into my face
Place me in back breaking heels to instill me with grace
Liposuction my stomach, and suck the fat from my hips
Get Dr. Stubs to take the knife to my vaginal lips
Pull back the skin and staple it onto my head
Or pump my eyelids and lips with collagen instead
Make me like the girls I read about in magazines
The Barbie’s with their boy toys and their limousines
But when I looked into her sagging, plastic face
I saw in her no beauty of the human race
She was just a doll, to be stuck on the wall
An accessory to display to friends in the mall
There was nothing real there
Not even her hair
Such a sad shadow of what she had once been
All traded in for the title of Beauty Queen
I will not be turned into a Frankenstein
A brainless scarecrow with a body that isn’t mine
A skeleton dressed up in skimpy clothes
Whose entire purpose is to smile and pose
I will not become a part of your media beast
A meal to be gobbled as a visual feast
A monster of makeup, clothes and little more
A primed and well schooled consumer whore
I will not be turned into a Frankenstein
My body shall remain forever mine.
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Comments: 7
oh my god.
its so touching beecause it is true.
i love how you put it all together I can't pick a favourite line i love them all.
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aww thanks, glad that you like it
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"Then put me on a diet till I’m pathetically thin"
"Force my feet into shoes that deform my toes"
I especially loved those lines. Its a sad truth, this poem. I wrote something kind of like this too but I took it out of my gallery, remind me when I'm all finished judging and I'll send it to you. I'm not normally a fan of rhyming poems, but I love how it plays to that mindless droning you talk about throughout it. Its one of those times where it actually adds style to the piece. Great concept, and well written. Nice work!
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thank you 
and i would very much like to see your poem when you are finished judging
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