There once was born a small dry seed
Tiny and pink and full of need.
Nurtured and fed it’s life burst forth
No more a seed, now a sprout of worth.
How does this free gift of beauty disdain?
Why does such energy wither and wain?
Where of the mirror not good enough?
Where that insidious poisoned puff?
We all come packaged with all within.
No need for more. Already we win.
So why the mirror to primp our pride
To be the mirror from which we hide?
Knowledge is great and good and all that
Why then make it make us look fat
Why then make it make us a brat
Why then make it not of the source
Why then make it kill us