Sweat Shop for All
A Poem About the Expectations of Society
A chair crafted of all the pretty girls' faces.
Sitting there petting their soft skin and smooth hair.
Reapplying moisturizer and make up to keep them young,
But, as time goes by they wither and rot away.
Smiling as society sits in her own thrown,
Calling victims to destroy.
She struts up, society laughs.
Removing a rib and offering society a gift,
Begging to be prettier.
She laughs dragging her to the basement.
A meat locker filled with body parts.
Girls on a table being sewn together,
Man-made creatures that walk among us.
Excess parts stored and hung by hooks,
Waiting to be bought.
I make the rules, she yells.
I make people who they are.
Come here and you’ll bare the mark.
A mark of society.
About the Creator
Stephanie Granberg
I have been writing for about 10 years. I find that writing helps relieve stress. I can not really describe my writing genre, because it really depends on the mood I am in. Currently a stay at home mom and a student.
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