I am your meat.
I pay you to butcher me.
I must be curvier and prettier.
As my social media breeds
resentment in my nature
I’m led into the underworld
to shine at society’s top vanity.
You’re not clean but it’s fine.
You won’t take care of me, ok.
You’ve no idea what you’re doing.
Your training to slice my flesh
occurred over one weekend in time.
It doesn’t matter, I will risk my life.
For likes.
For attention.
For fame.
For beauty.
For glamour.
To muzzle my mental health
consuming me with self-hatred
confidence and psyche ruined,
I will submit my body and cash
under your spell to slash me.
With funds solely on your mind
I put my life into your scalpel.
–by Maria Mocha © 2024







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