Scars and Supermodels

by Chevy

Published August 11, 2005

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NOTE: I wrote this poem in less than 1 minute. I just started thinking and writing...I've never done that before. Heh, record breaking. Anyway, this si what I came up with. Don't condemn it too badly. I'm proud of myself, here.

Sometimes I just get so mad when I look in the mirror
I start tossing water at my face
And start screaming when nothing washes away
It makes me angry when I see the scars
You can never be a supermodel if you have scars
Unless you have make-up.
But what if you start feeling ugly again
And start tossing water at your face
Then you start screaming when it washes away
Because you still see the scars
You can never be a supermodel if you have scars.
Sometimes I wonder why I get so mad when I look in the mirror

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Sponson Light
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Sponson Light commented Comment · Aug 11, 2005

If those scars are from fightin', you can call yourself a tough! A "Scarboy".
But err, yeah... it almost seemed like you repeated the same story twice.

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Incandescence commented Comment · Aug 11, 2005

Circular...much too circular. Overall, a pretty trite subject-matter, and nothing really sonorizes the piece. Thumbs down, though I often feel the first three lines.



You walk into this room at your own risk, because it leads to the future, not a future that will be but one that might be. This is not a new world, it is simply an extension of what began in the old one. It has patterned itself after every dictator who has ever planted the ripping imprint of a boot on the pages of history since the beginning of time. It has refinements, technological advances, and a more sophisticated approach to the destruction of human freedom. But like every one of the super states that preceded it, it has one iron rule: logic is an enemy and truth is a menace.
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