If Life was Photoshop
I would crop out bloodied bursts tainting forehead and face,
and make my skin a white pure hue,
my eyes one green, one blue.

I would crop my waistline to be thinner,
crop my thighs to be slimmer,
stretch my legs longer.
Length. Width. Breadth.
These were the ingredients to create perfection;
The ultimate recipe and formula.

Erase all the weight from my arms, sharpen my nose and jawline,
and etch lines into my eyelids.
Paint myself like one of those French girls.

I would clone on boys the geometrical curves of strength,
And slice across their abdomens to create symmetry in square pixels.
I would take the cratered skins and light it with the sun and stars.

I would black out the eyes of those who shoot dirty looks
and blur out the mouths of foul curses.
Crop these people from the grand picture,
then frame it up so that posterity
may look back and see
how beauty was once skin-deep.

Author's Note: Inspired by a Twitter conversation I had with friends. The message should be glaringly obvious lol. What are pictures on media often accused of? Being Photoshopped. :3