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Super Model - Itty Bitty Big Life

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Super Model - Itty Bitty Big Life

I sweat the smell of acquisicion
expensive perfume, leather and derision.

Designer clothes, and with precision,
a cat walk pose, a lovely vision.

An envied icon - take a piece.....
I walk the razor's edge, I tread a greasy place

….. drugged out senseless,
my only peace.

For Andrea’s:
 Itty Bitty Contest.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 6/5/2014 4:32:00 AM
Very powerful piece... as a society, we envy these models and minor "celebrities", but the superficial veneer simply masks their pain. Congrats on your win!
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Date: 4/20/2014 12:45:00 PM
Hi, Suz..., Congratulations, the poem is awesome. Enjoyed your winning poem. Happy Easter, luv LINDA
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Date: 4/20/2014 5:15:00 AM
Suzanne, all that glitters is not gold!! Fame comes at a costly price. // congrats on a merited win. // paul
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Date: 4/19/2014 9:32:00 AM
And in just a small poem, you are able to tell a heavy tale of depression. Wow.....well done!!!
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Date: 4/19/2014 5:23:00 AM
Fantastic take on superficial lives. Powerful words packed into a small space.
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Date: 4/19/2014 12:46:00 AM
Really a super one ! congrats on great win Suzanne !
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Date: 4/19/2014 12:16:00 AM
Congratulations on your wonderful win in Andrea's contest Suz. I need to get over and read more of your poems. Baby keeps me very busy. Hugs, C
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Date: 4/18/2014 11:43:00 PM
Hi, Suz, I had no idea this was one of your poems! thanks for supporting my contest. I really like what you are saying about those models. They truly do walk a razor's edge. Actually that was the line that made me not place you higher. You went over my syllable count there. Anyway, Congratulations to you, sweetie.
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Date: 4/17/2014 7:47:00 AM
It's been tough for me but somehow I've managed :). Seriously, an interesting poem that exposes the underbelly of the fashion world. All that sparkles isn't glamourous.. Wonderful depiction of that truth. Thank you for your kind words in regard to my poetry.. I'm incredibly grateful. Hopeful you will visit me soon again!
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Date: 4/17/2014 1:18:00 AM
WOW, Suzzane...this is deep. Those envied icons do live a difficult life. Imagine having to look picture perfect all the time....not only on the cat walk..but everywhere! I must say, though., I've often longed to be gawked at. It must be such a feeling of...well, can't describe it. Thanks for the poem. The message of the hidden pain comes through clearly in those last two lines.
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