Friday, April 13, 2007

Made in America




Made in America

Perfection is like muscles stretched taught over bone
Covered with a transparent layer of sun kissed flesh
Tan skin sweeping over an aching machine
Tired and worn from seventeen years of performance
Sixteen years of heartache
Fifteen years of questions
Fourteen years of confidence
Thirteen years of awkward adolescence
Created on America’s assembly line
Beautiful blondes pieced together by worn Indian hands of underage workers
Angel’s wings dragging on the dirty floor of a toxic factory
Sweeping up combination skin and yellowed teethe
Vacuuming the discarded flaws of the broken hearted into a dumpster of unrealistic expectations
New shipments of billboard bodies in trucks advertisement covered trucks
Pouting lips
Dainty waists
Wide eyed stupidity to cover the pages of magazines and set standards you will never reach
Thin wrists draped with silver charm bracelets
Pretty poets evaporating into sunny skies in a world where the truth
Is airbrushed
And beauty
Is manufactured

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's unusual and quite refreshing to find an American who is so disenchanted with their nations own culture and philosophy. You've seen through the façade and know the ugliness beneath. One day the mirror will break and the egos will fall. I'm sure of it.

Very impressive work. Keep it up.

p.s. you should really think about moving to Europe one day. By the sound of it, you belong here.

Wanda said...

You continue to amaze me!
Good writing!!

turquoise cro said...

Start writing a book Mallory! You've got what it takes! Wonderful writings!!! xoCinda

Anonymous said...

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Mike said...

Great writing! First time here.