You preach to me how to be beautiful.
Sexy and seductive. Rare china devoured by bulls.
You shape my eyebrows to arch like the backs of angry cats.
Peirce holes in my ears so I may adorn showy jewels.
You sell me paint for highlighting,
Because my face for your taste is much too trite.
You give me tools to guise already dead cells.
To either straight or curl - hair steams like hell.
You needle ink into my skin to identity spell.
Because a voice in the crowd is a shame.
You give me sharp razors to carve away black hair
The cream meant to protect streaks down my calves like blood.
I've acquiesced it all.
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