A Letter To Vogue

You lie with images, silently deceive

Twisting reality, distorting our view

Altering the things that we believe

Yet so many fall for you

As you promise us such glamor and glitz

Attention and beauty galore

As long as tight tiny clothes will fit

You care not that we’re fighting a war.

So you display your perfection each time the page turns

So airbrushed, so plastic

So untrue

Yet the public gazes, our culture yearns

For the very ideals we should never pursue

You seek to captivate, entrance and enthrall

You declare us flawed and we hear what you say

As you flaunt your appeal

You’re not real at all

Your beauty rests on old cliches

Will we conform to society, with an image so fake?

If we want you to approve.. Will we do what it takes?

Gain the looks.. But lose our souls?

And trade our ambitions

For your shallow goals?

Give ourselves up.. And for what guarantee?

Be as skinny as your models counting every calorie?

As you lead you know too many will follow

Absorbing your lies, awaiting tomorrow

Now I see you laying open, pages begging to be turned

But for your lies I fell

Now to you I won’t return.