- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Abercrombie Model
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Pointless, tiny limbs
Emaciated forms
Bones that hold no warmth
Dead white faces
With blank, dry eyes
No one cracks that facade
An expanse of fabric
Or lack there-of
To cover and impress
But could all blow away
With the slightest disapointment
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 17 years agoThis poem is an ugly truth freshly dug up from society. The imagery is vivid and alive in my mind. Spoken like a true prophet. Learn how fashion is a meaningless form of adornment to enhance a false beauty. True beauty is not of what you wear. Wear whatever you want that you love, or end up a slave to fashion beacause of your own doubts, fears and insecurities. This poem unleashes the truth of the "perfect" people. Don't end up like the shell of a person, the hollow mankin, also known as a model. The model who is tied in chains of conforment to a wrong ideal. How she belittles herself and wastes away. And at her funeral they cry because she was soooo perfect.
