Vanity
Conductive to validation
Permits a stranger’s hands to map the valleys
Hills and crevices, if it shores up confidence
Pretending it is someone that loves me
I expect to read the approval monitored in his eyes
I am fascinated by her face
How it’s pulled tightly like pig skin across a sofa
The result, an anomaly of set features
While the skin on her neck and arms succumb to defeat
Enough injections and hair dye will just do the trick
We’ve come so far to be reduced to a rack of meat
It’s inherent value measured by its firmness
Choice grade A tender, succulent, and juicy
While the lower grade is reserved for dog food
How cruel are the mind’s tricks
Woman consider turning your back on vanity
Stop shaving, mutilating, and polluting your body
Stop drawing-in a happy face with the aid of make-up
You are a precious gem imbued with inherent qualities
The cup of life is nestled between your thighs
Then again, without a bag of tricks how else wrap a man
Around your little finger, without decorating like a Christmas tree
Although both not a necessity...
Vanity is a venue to validate my power
Eventually it will become my biggest enemy
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