Monroe

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

A woman is smiling because someone told her

that the perfect woman is possible

and each woman is unstoppable

Society may claim the opposite

but all women should be confident

What is beauty?

Is it red heels upon a metal grate

Hot, white steam rising like fate

Kissing her legs and thighs

As she tries to keep her secret a surprise

What is beauty?

White dress flowing around her body

The feel like silk upon her skin, somebody

Watching as hills rise upon her arms

Hair standing while the world sees her charms

What is beauty?

Air surrounds her form

Travelling toward the sky, worn

While blowing her blonde hair into disarray

The strands land where they may

What is beauty?

The focus upon her body

The people watching, feeling naughty

Her face infamous for the mark above her lip

Smiling with her white teeth that nip

Her lower rosy lip while pretending

For the thousands that are spending

To buy her beauty for their pleasure

Her beauty, they can never truly measure

What is beauty?

Is it standing at attention,

posing for the camera trying not to show tension?

Performing for the world, alone

The reality of her happiness unknown

The life of a beautiful, living doll

Her face in a world not so small