Queen of Beauty

With her darkened gaze filled with deepness Under that curly hair of black ceases A smile, as staggering, everlasting and pure As she settles on a chair, She crosses her legs and stretches out her arms on them The curved line of muscles, so even so flawless Which descends down to her chest As broadened and extending With breasts she tries to hide them With her protruding scarf As she pulls back her hair Covering it with a long black veil And stands up As less confident she grows Day by day Era escaping time Going back to home, she escaping into her portal And changes her clothes, Up close, her tight- sleeveless shirt reveals As waist not as perfect, fat protruding from her skirt Stretch marks appearing beneath her stomach She hates herself, the way she looks She watches all the shallow figures All the pretty girls and their boys Boys lifting girls in their arms When? Will the time come? To get lifted by one? A Queen of Beauty she will become Her friend once told her, her mother had said that She blushes with excitement but once again Scatters with overwhelming sorrow “Will I ever become The Queen of Beauty?” She clings to false hopes And wonders, Will she survive? Have she truly lived her life? A sigh mixed with desperation and helplessness Causes her to continue each day with the same thought “ A Queen of Beauty, I will never become….”