Sound Poem
Swan Lake Pas de Deux
We razor our legs smooth even when a nick raises blood like carbonated bubbles
We spread hot wax
Dripping between our eyes to rip away at our brows, even when it hurts
We ignore our eyes watering
We ignore our skin, pink and fresh, screaming
We wonder if this pursuit of beauty blurs our aspirations
If we see no future in getting older, why pursue anything else besides beauty?
Why pursue anything else besides beauty?
Why pursue anything else besides beauty?
Sorry, no time to answer that question
I need to get ready
The bathroom turns into a warzone where women want for perfection
They emerge from a porcelain tiled cocoon, shiny and smooth
After germinating in a coating of self loathing
All for an hour of partying and staring
From a guy whose idea of getting ready
Is waking up from his nap
We razor our legs smooth even when a nick raises blood like carbonated bubbles
We spread hot wax
Dripping between our eyes to rip away at our brows, even when it hurts
We ignore our eyes watering
We ignore our skin, pink and fresh, screaming
We wonder if this pursuit of beauty blurs our aspirations
If we see no future in getting older, why pursue anything else besides beauty?
Why pursue anything else besides beauty?
Why pursue anything else besides beauty?
Sorry, no time to answer that question
I need to get ready
The bathroom turns into a warzone where women want for perfection
They emerge from a porcelain tiled cocoon, shiny and smooth
After germinating in a coating of self loathing
All for an hour of partying and staring
From a guy whose idea of getting ready
Is waking up from his nap
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