The heart of the woman is exsanguinating,
Bleeding due to the spot excised of real men.
They want what is of a dying lineage.
Knights in shining armor are compromised to
One night stands & falsified, demystified romance.
Doors once opened & chairs pulled out turn to
Parapets of hypermasculinity, walled up in their own castle,
Heirs with an air of arrogance & self-entitlement.
Chivalry is not dead, but in word & deed, it is flatlining.
The stress & duress of societal standards encapsulate me like a sparkled strangle hold,
encompassing me in a faberge egg of idealized perfections, my lungs compressed
under the weight of unnatural androids, pixelated impostors
idolized by the masses.
The tinted lens of cinematography
points to the vertices of the fake & the sensationalized.
Do you See?! Gee, I thought women had beauty without add-ons of anti-wrinkle or cover-up products,
Turning crow's feet to canary talons, downsizing their cougar status to pseudo kitten privilege.
Where is the real?
May I steal away your attention from the digitally enhanced demons telling you
subtle, subliminal, & overt lies that are caustically eroding your self-esteem?
YOU ARE UNMISTAKABLY BEAUTIFUL.
There is a King who wants to crown you with the tiara of righteousness.
His confidence makes up for any doubt you possess.
He seeks to cauterize and fill your gaping wound with His Son,
illuminating every darkened sky line & mending every stitch & staple that
ineffectually holds the tattered pieces of your "love"-stricken heart.
The Knight that brings the day,
the Truth that dispels every lie;
He is the Defibrillator to chivalry's flatline.
