I look at the advertisement on my screen
With promises of results never before seen
I am lured by the luxurious anti-wrinkle cream
Truth be told, I am being sold a dream
When I buy a product that promises a miracle
I am letting go of reason, I am being gullible
Because my life feels empty and I want to believe
Desperately, that this cream would help me achieve
The elusive youthful wrinkle-free skin somehow
That would make me feel beautiful, that would allow
The void within to be obliterated at last
My confidence would see an improvement vast
When I invest my moolah in a product of this kind
I invest my hopes and dreams too, I find
My cognitive faculties remind me quick-fixes there are none
But my bedazzled heart has already begun
To dream of the flawless skin they proclaim
Some part of my past I hope to reclaim
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Millions of women like me search each day
For happiness to magically come our way
By way of capsules, creams, hair products or lotions
Leaving logic aside, buying what appeals to our emotions
Looking for a panacea, that something elusive
That would make life feel a little easier to live
We delude ourselves that if only we could
Look more youthful, more beautiful, healthier, we would
Be happier in our lives, and for that we need
That one thing touted on instagram indeed…
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Next time I am lured, I must try to remember somehow
That it is our inherent insecurities that have allowed
The beauty industry to prosper and grow
This is a fact all of us should know
Before we spend money on “miracle” stuff
We should remind ourselves that we are enough..
Passion...unbridled 