That image of a woman, perfectly styled just so
Or her hair done up fancily, or her face painted to just the right shade
So men and women alike marvel into her beauty—
How she could be so fair and unblemished
That she could wear any gown or compliment any style
Or maintain such a perfect hourglass figure
Or tame the fly-aways of frizz in her curly coils
Or walk with such ease in towers of terror
Or smile when the world continues to pull her down
Or if she's really there, if she's even real at all.