Your Idea of “Perfection”

She didn’t know if her
eyes were the right shade
looking in just as they were hypnotized
distorting the beautiful into a mould.

As she looked in the mirror,
the flaws seem to whisper
sweet nothings into her ears
as loudly as they possibly could.

The clone that stood before her
was the perfect “mould” of beauty;
her pale skin, her blonde hair,
her coloured eyes, her flushed face.

These features did not belong
to the middle eastern decent
that she had strictly come from
yet were deemed more beautiful than her own 

existing outlines that are drawn on her face.
“Find the line where,” she said,
“the mould doesn’t take over.”
She notices its fragility

through the windows to the cracks
in such manipulation.
One line traced leads to its Achilles’ heel
and another flaunts its structural demise.

Her fingers barely touch the vision
of the utter perfection she has always
held for herself.
With that simple touch, it shatters.

For perfection is a myth
that lurks near us all
however, it isn’t as simple
as a colonized vision.

That vision is the one they seek
to make you believe.
Perfection is relative yet
non-existent in our reality

however the vision
can be exploited to the point immorality.
As the smell of control filled the air,
she smiled then looked down at the left pieces.

She saw nothing she could recognize
as her desired vision of perfection
for her perfect would be described
in a completely different dialect.