Murderous Models

• Layla Taduran, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2021

She can’t see what’s really there,
behind the bewitching façade.
What she looks at is fabricated;
the hustle is an art.
What she sees in the mirror
is contemptible in her eyes, only.
Magazine pages have made her blind
to the beauty everyone else can see.
Not only are they destroying her,
but now she is punishing herself.
She relieves her pain temporarily
but scars have been made and always will stay.
Faces fronted by filters fool the evasive
for the purposes of profit for pompous corporations.
They told her she wasn’t enough
and she believed it.