Give Me My Tiara, Bitch

There isn't a knife
that can cut as deeply
as you've wounded me
Each time you come into my life
I have less
you have more
You love like a chameleon
changing your heart
each time it suits you
I forgive and forgive and forgive
but you do all the forgetting
I am unbeautiful near you
Adonis:
Unable to wear a bikini well
my membership to the exclusive
country club of your admiration
was revoked
You could not love me
so I changed
You still can not love me
and now I am a stranger
to myself
Unloved
Ame
Amo
Amare
I have loved I love I will love I will live
through 10,000 days without you
but that's not the part that bothers me
The part that bothers me is how we say
"Beauty is on the inside,"
and you nod even now, yes,
"Beauty is on the inside,"
we tell freckle-faced, wire-rimmed, roly-poly, crooked-nosed, lazy-eyed children
to give them comfort and hope
but I don't think
when I go to a party
in a low-cut shirt
that my sparkling wit
and kind spirit
is what keeps them
cumming
"Beauty is on the inside,"
my ugly wonderful baby
and if they don't love you the way you are
they don't deserve you
Well, that's another story entirely
because no one loves you the way you are
that's another happy lie we tell ourselves
so we can feel better about love handles
and bad hair
it's only a matter of time until you find these things out
and then you think
well wasn't that the truth?
Isn't "Beauty is on the inside"?
Beauty is never on the inside
I know this:
that I can buy
whichever body I choose
that I can and should have my breasts amputated
and reattached to my forehead
for greater visibility
Beauty is an augmented breast
a collagen injected lip
a muscular calf
a dimple-free thigh
buns of steel
abs of steel
cunts and cocks and eyes of steel
Beauty is never on the inside
I know this
and I can prove it
because if beauty were on the inside
I'd be Miss Fucking America

Mas poetry