Sitting on the Ganges,
minding your own business,
then there’s a burlap bag
thrown over your head.
Well, it’s burlap and sparkle filled.
You can’t forget the sparkles.
“Darling, you’re fabulous”,
“We need to
airbrush, just a bit,
so the birthmarks
aren’t so obvious.
Drop a bit of context,
and you’re the perfect size.”
You can’t hear your heart beat,
over the sound of people telling you
who you are.
You can barely hear them
over the sound of other people
haggling over the price of your blessing,
bartering with money or
the currency of smug satisfaction.
Your makeover is complete.
You’re everyone’s darling,
the It girl they all want
to have whisper secrets in their ear.
is you’d be happy to share them,
if they’d meet you
on the banks of the Ganges first.No sparkles please.
Song Choice: American Woman by Lenny Kravitz
This poem was inspired by the prompt given over at A Dash of Sunny. The goal was to write about karma.