The Day Beauty Forgot Its Name

When the source
Of validation
Is exposed skin
What should we
Expect?

What lies within,
For you,
Is defecation;
Something to be shamed,
Hidden.

Rather reap praise
From body’s melting
Canvas.
Appreciate the flesh,
Disregard what’s left.

So I’ll love your
Mounds and orbs,
Preach religion
To your holy carapace.
Make you a millionaire
In self-esteem
By loving this transparent
Beauty.

I wonder
If one day
You’ll realize
That’s not love at all.