My phone is a vicious master
It is a wolf in a sheepskin
It subtly destroys me
Posing as my kin.
Pictures of beautiful models
White, slim, tall and blond
Clad in desirable attires
Asking me to open my purse.
I lay on my bed,
I, brown, curvy, short, black haired.
I hold a packet of chips in my hand
And I imagine myself looking as gorgeous as the model.
And I succeed. For a while.
Until I check the mirror,
Or I go out and am bombarded by people
Parents and friends and siblings alike
Who look like me
Who should understand
They give their opinions and I carry them with me unconsciously.
I wake up daily and eat the same food my sisters and friends do.
I go for a run.
The opinions of others a heavy load, weighing me down.
I look at my laptop, at the film I watch.
I observe the beautiful actress,
White and Slim and Tall and Blond.
I imagine myself looking like that.