Deconstructing Eve (Re-posted and Revised)

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Honeybee
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since 1999-12-26

Posts 5372
Ontario, CANADA

0 posted 2000-11-25 09:05 PM

It's still true to the original, but I have re-written and added lines, it is now polished and finished!

~DECONSTRUCTING EVE~

She bruises easily: the price to pay
for the precious flesh that she wears,
she has herself a degree on the wall
that hangs in a cherry-wood frame embossed with gold,
she was the top of her class
with her parents proud of her -
a kind and caring sprit,
talented and intelligent
with all her curves and femininity
and a lovely name of Eve,
perfect in God's eyes,
but, not in society's,
socializing her to conform to a certain image,
deconstructing her confidence,
for, gone are the blessed years
of carefree days and pig-tailed innocence
where her mother raised her as a sweet little girl,
while her plastic dolls taught her anorexia and bulimia
as she held in her memory their ideals of beauty,
carrying on into adulthood, haunting her mind

She wears a state of the art push-up bra
to lift her silicone breasts -
the best that money can buy,
taught early on about the importance of clevage for a man's pleasure
and her acceptance as a woman,
dyed her hair a honey blonde shade,
wearing stilettos and a black mini skirt,
little miss wannabe sex symbol
with her Marilyn Monroe laugh,
her Betty Boop charms
and her fluttering, curled to perfection eyelashes
complimenting her eyes of blue,
a magic trick created with contact lenses
concealing the dull brown hue

She, in envy, consults diagrams and Playboy mags
full of pictures of exploited naked beauties
that the Adams of the world use to masturbate on,
she longs to be just like those lost souls,
"sex kittens" that men gaze upon
and compare their girlfriends and wives to,
not happy with the real thing
fantasizing about a false beauty, a false happiness
where underlying is a moral ugliness

She worships fashion magazines
thumbing through ads that promise the key to superhuman beauty,
an illusion selling the hope and the hype
and like a charm they appeal to her impressionable heart
leading her to believe that it will be filled with love at last
if only she spend hundreds of dollars each year to be their creation,
she buys the cause, but not the cure,
a vicious cycle,
she purchases revolutionary products and cosmetics galore -
powder and concealor in one
that now covers the hurt she tries to hide
the fatal flaw of daring to be herself

She holds in her hands, pills in a bottle,
guaranteed to shed unwanted pounds of her money back,
pounds that her body cannot spare,
for, she is already too thin,
still, she is convinced that she is fat,
compared to her on the cover of a magazine and her walking down the runway
and that one on the movie screen

Tonight she starves herself: the sacrifice
to be wanted in their eyes,
the need to please
to feel safe in her own skin,
where superficiality is next to godliness
when it's the lastest fad

She, a weed blowing in the harsh, relentless wind of society's laughter
opens the door to her soul,
a sellout,
and becomes their manequin in a department store window,
and they, without hesitation
alienate the sacredness of her individuality
by dismantling her lonely heart,
breaking down each body part,
bit by bit,
agonizingly slow in a mocking manner
and disect the very essence of her
while they examine her uniqueness,
hold it in the palm of their hands
and tease it for a while
then strip it away from her,
she, now numb to the shallowness and empty promises
embraces them blindly,
they, aware that she is even more powerless and insecure
skillfully manipulate her
and drain her of her dreams and innocence,
for, she is going to look beautiful at all costs,
for, when you control a woman's body
you can control her mind
as they mold her into what they want her to be,
once satisfied,
but, never completely,
they carelessly re-create her,
rebuild her soul
and hide the scars
that now live within

She, more fragile than ever
has bloomed into that desired red rose
that she has always dreamed of becoming,
yet also lives with the deeply embedded thorns that come with the territory,
left with the sour taste of the bitter woman she has become:
confused,
an imitation of all the masks that woman wear,
she no longer walks with dignity,
her eyes now swim in tears,
hollow they race in a trance down her sunken, pale cheeks,
streams of emptiness
for belying her own intelligence and worth,
for selling her soul,
the price to pay
when reconstructing Eve

By Melissa Honeybee

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The beauty of poetry gives my soul wings to fly free within dreams

[This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (edited 11-25-2000).]

Startime
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since 2000-10-03

Posts 5918
Canada

1 posted 2000-11-25 09:33 PM

Oh my gosh the power and sadness in this poem broke my heart. Some of everything mentioned here effects every woman as we try to become the beauties the world tells us we have to be. This poem makes me think, my friend. My heart goes out to the character written of. *sigh* it is so very sad that we live in such a plastic world. Thank you so much for the read and the message.

Love I leave with you my friend whether it be in your life or of yet the essense of your dreams. [URL=http://path2riches.com]http://path2riches.com

Sven

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since 1999-11-23

Posts 14937
East Lansing, MI USA

2 posted 2000-11-25 11:59 PM

Melissa, I remember when you first posted this. . . it still rings true. . .

Brilliant. . .

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