/// She held her head perfectly angled,
unobscured by her hair, short and tangled.
Checked the lighting out first,
kept her lips slightly pursed,
and stared into her mirror (gold spangled).
/// In her Vanitas she is perfection.
She no longer sought out her reflection
in a man’s loving eyes,
for she came to despise
his desire she accept his erėction.
/// By her own image she is enslaved.
(Before selfies, face could not be saved.)
When she looks in the glass
her expression says “class.”
In her memory it’s been engraved.
/// She held her head perfectly angled,
unobscured by her hair, short and tangled.
Checked the lighting out first,
kept her lips slightly pursed,
and stared into her mirror (gold spangled).
/// In her Vanitas she is perfection.
She no longer sought out her reflection
in a man’s loving eyes,
for she came to despise
his desire she accept his erėction.
/// By her own image she is enslaved.
(Before selfies, face could not be saved.)
When she looks in the glass
her expression says “class.”
In her memory it’s been engraved.