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Maria Mocha

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.

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