Misconception
Once again she found herself
in front of that frosty mirror
Disgusted and disappointed, she
pinched at imaginary flab
but all that was left was
skin and bones.
Again and again she shoved her
finger down her tender throat,
Again and again it stubbornly
Refused to regurgitate.
Outraged, she dug deeper and deeper,
scraped harder and harder,
till tears welled up her sunken eyes
and acid burned her bloody tongue.
She sought beauty in bones,
pride in perfection.
So mistaken, so misguided,
She didn’t understand.
I guess she never will.
Andrea Clare Retnam
4H
posted by Debra @ 9:09 PM
4 Comments:
the imagery is really strong in this one.and it's so true of many anorexic teens today.
Beauty is skin deep never about the looks of a person which can be quite untrue sometimes, people still judge a book by its covers. Wow a nice poem about a girl who do not have enough confidence in herself =)
The poem is very frank in talking about the issue nowadays. Direct in the message passed. :D
great delivery of poem, sigh at the bullimic girls nowadays.
-huiping
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