A Feminine Religion

Girls.  Beauty queens.

Teens, looking up to these women in skinny jeans.

Fashion.  The language of the sick.

Setting standards for girls to look like sticks.

Short shorts.  Almost like underwear.

Making girls look more risqué everywhere.

Cut up dresses.  The new style.

Actually making dresses look more versatile.

Advertisements on television

Lead to a new style revision.

The whole world follows,

Like the prophets of Apollo.

Yet, they do not see the results of their actions;

Distractions,

Wannabe infractions,

And complete reactions.

Style will never come to an end,

But hopefully will try to trend

To a place where no one has to pretend

They’re someone with the money they spend.

And if fashion goes down this holy road,

They will find an amazing zip code

Filled with happiness,

With ice cream a la mode;

A place where time is slowed;

A place where fashion can let go of its worries,

Sickly stereotypes

And impractical prejudices;

A place where fashion can unload these negative thoughts.

And in the end,

Fashion can be shown the gift of innocence.