mannequins (II)

i fumble to find belly roles 
or skin darkening, 
maybe even a pimple or 
just a hair out of place 
but in vain. 
what stares back at me is a 
beautiful combination of hatred 
and pain.

her limbs are completely waxed with 
no loose skin and yet 
when I look at myself, 
there is nothing but sin.

her neck is straight as 
my ugly hair, 
veins on show and 
her sleekness unmissable. 

i wonder to myself, 
in this world, 
will I ever be admissible?