As Our Hearts Were Slain with a Snare

Will the maids of antiquity please stand up?

Those who were made to appear beautiful,

As if bred to woo, created to charm

A way to prosperity, the bed an altar,

Of what it means to be feminine?

O’ how all the same roles are repeated yet again,

In the young women striving to be pleasing,

Bartering their bodies with fashion and self-starvation.

Who mourns their daughters who have now have

Become such voluptuous women, and bold,

With looks that make the breath of men race,

For just a half a decade of their shinning youth!

With skin as smooth as ivory, limbs like paradise,

But does the flesh serve love truly, or simply fertility?

~ by pressedintolove on August 22, 2008.