You Didn't Speak Out

Decorated faces are for unborn minds.
Smiling with lips not of theirs, but of a model seen,
wanting to mold the lives of all.

This character they play to win first prize,
their faces written of fiction and every pigment is a different lie.

You look as they are gods or goddesses.
Your wish to be them so they mold you.
One look of those blue-contact-coated eyes.
What color they seek or look through.

Taking the brains of a younger girl,
building the ego of a younger boy,
they mold, they shape, they twist and turn,
you're broken.

Your eyes are shaded with glossy sun glasses,
your breasts are showing but it's stuffing of cotton.
Your walk makes you trip, foot in front of foot,
then you catch your heel.

One of them and it only took a look.
Only your eyes watched, wishing to become what all eyes have seen.
Brain and heart, our eyes see you skip like a broken record.
Only your lips stayed shut.