Maia Rain Huey Poem

Recently Diane ran into Maia and she was sweet enough to let us share her poem here on the Beauty Mark Blog! Please take the time to read…it is truly profound. And please find her book of poetry here: http://www.lulu.com/product/ebook/beautiful-and-broken/17351505┬áThank you Maia!

i rock quietly in my sweet surrender

looking over past memory’s skipping

over the innocent felonies of

my

childhood ,i remember

when i could where cloths that truly did

make me feel like an angel.,

and no one could ever comment silently

their judging eyes

correcting an imperfect body against a

barbie back drop

and even though i was jealous of her curves

i could always trust barbie.

she was the pretty girl that didnt judge me

i could place her in her perfect house

with her perfect man in her perfect world and it was fine but

when you stop and look closely you see her smile is fake painted on

as we ignore her back story

but

here it is

her father hit her her mother left

And when she ate she forced it, cut it into portions

and no matter how small she got she always manged to get

one

size

smaller

then came surgery to make her taller

so she married rich and was placed in her perfect house

with her perfect man in her perfect world

by a little girl who wants to be

just

like

her and

since innocent eyes are fogged by propaganda and lies,

i realize and have to melt

my plastic smile because im not a toy

im a woman

and even though im jealous of the Revlon model

on the

highway billboard she never knew me

though she always knew exactly how i should me

she was never taught she deserved to be

herself just like

every

other

model and

im sure their feet are callused

one soar for ever parent that pushed them

one bruise for ever publisher that called them fat

one cut for the pressure that women

should fit into jeans a size to small and then

we can really be a prize to be one

and if they ask me to check my self in the mirror to make sure

i look “ok”

to stop and convince my self i would

look better if i was that size then i would

say no because im to busy walking

im to busy walking because i know there is more out there for me than cosmopolitans

latest trend line

because the screwed ideals of love and beauty are why

young girls clutch porcelain toilets just as

tightly as they would hug their fathers if their fathers hugged

them back so i walk

like oceans uproot sand magazine’s

pluck innocence out of the hand of young children

clouds fog the sky the sun will always shine through

if only we did not hide behind the mist we have lost

our individuality

and i am so tired of trying to be perfect

trying to fit a computer generated model

that teen voug projected for me

so

here i sit in my sweet surrender

looking over past memory’s

skipping over the innocent felonies of

my childhood

i know now that i can where cloths that truly do make me feel like

an angel

And look past THOES who comment silently their judging eyes
Pushing my body on a
Barbie back drop
And even though I may always be jealous of
Her curves I can’t trust Barbie
Because I’m so much more than a toy and
She is nothing more
Than plastic.
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