Selling the Façade
I wrote this poem because I am fed up with how it seems that the sale is so much more important than the woman.
Advertising promises this amazing lifestyle if only you will buy the product, and, unfortunately, we believe in it because we think our lives are not good enough or that we are not good enough as we are.
This is so untrue. We, you, me; we are amazing just as we are.
Look through the façade and ask yourself if it really will deliver on the promise it is making to you.
You deserve to be happy just as you are right now.
If you agree then let us all hear it!
There is no love outside of you greater than the love inside of you.
Listen. Learn. Love.
You show me what I am supposed to be
Through the eyes of your money it is all that you see
Each one looks the same fitting into your mould
Smiling brightly and tightly until all of them sold
What happens then when we do not look like that
Are we worthy of your consideration, despite being fat
Appearance is all there is on the screen
To buy what you’re selling so I can be seen
If I buy it then surely I must get there too
I believe in the promise to be someone new
Your creation might deliver, or maybe it will fail
But you don’t really care now, cause you’ve made the sale