Jenny

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
On a plastic surgery bed she laid never to see another day.

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Submitted: June 05, 2017

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Now here we go again too soon baby went. 
Ten hours in the mirror, twist and turn, 
Don’t worry, she told herself hot wax is suppose to burn. 
So what, it's worth the pain, 
So day after day she burned without a complain.
Unless she got bored of being envied and adored,
But how could she when it's the best thing life has in store.
No stopping her, can’t turn back, it's addicting.
Jenny had to be loved though she really never knew what's love,
And the more she had was the more it was never enough.

Strike a pose Jenny, yeah, she cares about selfie more important than herself, 
So what she's just selfless? 
That's her dumb friend's first dumb guess,
Beauty blinds and that's why no one can see this is a girl obsessed.
Or maybe you did see,
But you just didn't want to believe.
What lies underneath a pretty face,
Is another narcissistic case. 

Oh, no suddenly the party is no longer fun,
She's no longer the center of attention.
Fifteen hours in the mirror twist, turn she frowns,
I'm gonna get back the spotlight, Jenny vowed.
Everyday had to be her own Cinderella ball,
You better believe she wanted it all,
And that's when she gave her popular friend a call,
Then she met an unpopular doctor not licensed by law.
The cost of it sucked,
If only money was the real price she paid for a nip and tuck.

But while knocked out on the table,
Jenny's blood pressure went unstable,  
The doctor tried to save her but he wasn't able.
Now he's in hand cuffs, 
Crying a bunch of useless stuff, 
It hurts to think how young she was.
Her daddy urged the jury to give him life,
Daddy didn't even believe it till he saw it with his own eyes,
A sweet beauty like his sweet Jenny going under the knife?
How could be my baby, how and why? No, it has to be a lie.
He's now screaming at the walking, weeping man,
Who's about to take the stand.
This is not a doctor! You’re a foul, rotten, cold, dirt bastard!
The reason my daughter is now in a coffin below her pastor! 

But Jenny was already a tragedy,
The moment she forgot to respect her body.
Though suppose the real blame is on the social world,
For the pressure it puts on every little girl.

 


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