The Beauty Police

By | 1 February 2021

I strip
search for woman
but there is only girl. A constant
vigil of unwanted hair for removal.

I tame
fur lined lips traced to Mediterranean
roots− threatening to unravel
a farce constructed to fit.

I betray
flesh razed in wax strips
fleecing skin & hard-won purse.
− a depilation identikit.

I detangle self from family
trussed to tresses. An isolation
of foreign threads.

The aesthetic dictates a glabrous lip
centrefold− in a denuded line-up
under duress.

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