A Gift and a Curse (Skin Deep)

It was devastating
yet amazing
a miracle
that she even survived
pried from the battered vehicle
by the “Jaws of Life”
a fresh lease
a second chance
that she viewed
as a curse

it was the end of life
as she knew it
her definition of self worth
stacked
on top of the perception
of physical characteristics
enhanced
by man-made products

her self-confidence
derived from the calculated compliments
of onlookers
she was a pretty young lady
a Queen

those eyes
ears
neck
hair
nails
those beautiful lips

every single detail
meticulously brought
closer to perfection
with a line
a pluck
a stroke of a brush
an accessory
carefully chosen
to accentuate

she was a head turner
could barely open her front door
without stopping traffic
necks whipping back
eyes bulging
mouths hanging open
followed by the smooth grins
and empty words

“Can I holla at you for a moment?”
squeezed in between
“Hey ma”

followed by a full array of
pick up lines

SHE LOVED THE ATTENTION!

the constant advances
the mouth open gawking
the adventure of the chase
the game
the guys bearing gifts
stumbling over their words
seeking an opening
hoping for an opportunity
praying for a chance

In her mind
her beauty was her biggest asset;

the accident was devastating
yet amazing
a miracle
that she even survived
pried from the battered vehicle
by the “Jaws of Life”
a fresh lease
a second chance
that she viewed
as a curse

her skin deep perfection
replaced by lacerations
slashes
bruises
permanent deformities
from life saving surgery

her appearance
forever altered by
the deep scars
that pushed pain
all the way to her soul

her depression
more painful than the crash
she was a head turner
could barely open her front door
without stopping traffic
necks whipping back
eyes bulging
mouths hanging open

SHE HATED THE ATTENTION!

the uncomfortable stares
the mouth open gawking
the discreet finger pointing
the double takes
the partial looks of disgust
the guys feeling sorry her
her will to live
was on life support

In her mind
her beauty was her biggest asset;

In her mind
her beauty was her biggest curse

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About Sean King

Husband, Father, Writer, Philosopher, Humanitarian

Posted on June 25, 2011, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. bluelineswork

    This is amazing, it can be applied so many ways, and it also reminds me of Gnarls Barkley’s “She Knows,” about Cee Lo’s mother, before she passed.

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