Theorem of Wordiculture: Maybe she is a writer after all. You are reading a journal chronicling the proof of this theorem. Or not.
Friday, 27 June 2014
Keratosis pilaris
red. brown. white.
they appear at the higher end
making you question
the blithe Keatsian word
pranksters on beauty and
doom.
sweet poison sweet
red brown white beautiful.
upper end.
no one has a voice reaching there.
either it is beyond the network signal
or it is below the social plague.
red and white makes pink and brown
in some shades of night
where
sleeveless selves shy away
because of the voice that will not speak
where
layers of skin are added
for the voices that don't speak
where
laser lights of plagiarism
makes beauty out of the business.
lines and lines of crooked moments
silent
waiting
crouching beneath the keratinin
to become the voice that doesn't have a voice
because there are no lungs in the business of beauty.
The poem is inspired by a curious child's innocent question that translates into a social illness in the adult world - beauty propaganda.
Copyleft@Susmita Paul 2014
Labels:
beauty,
history,
keratosis pilaris,
learning,
life
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