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The Girl Upstairs

Poetry By: Charlotte Jayne

A snippet of how the media makes us modern women feel concious about the way we look. Dear Mr. Media man, please take the hint and FUCK OFF! We've grown tired and wise of your airbrushed manekins, and your emaciated skeletons.

Submitted:Nov 23, 2009    Reads: 64    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

The girl upstairs is shouting again.

Her derogatory darts strike subliminally

Piercing insults through my insulation

Wicked words writhing in my mind

Her remarks are knife sharp;

Splintering reality into a thousand tiny glass fragments.

Such an abrasive and artificial integrity

I can't escape her indignation

A product of today's times;

Inferior sizes and inadequate shapes

She'll crush your compliments

And poison your perceptions.

She'll distort your decisions

And warp your worth.

Fractured facade don't crumble

Playhouse mirror don't lie

To the girl upstairs,

You win this time.


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