That big eyed smug looking beauty.
I do not know her quite well.
You see she
Is covered in clothes
Made from fibre weaved together
By the words of her forefathers,
The so called leaders of her day
Came and put holes in it
To supposedly make it
‘more present day’…
I see her smile;
That big eyed smug looking beauty,
With teeth as white as properly ground
A beam she has slowly learned as routine
To flash to the constantly halting
Traffic police officers
As they mouth their new found anthem,
I thought beauty was something to marvel at
So I fight to be astounded by this;
Her big eyed smug looking beauty.
I get a wet towel to make the view clearer…
As I stand there
into the mirror…….
(abridged version of this poem)
Author: Open Mic
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