Toddler's & Tiara's Behind The Tears

By Jojay, 21st Oct 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/3gq2o8qx/
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In beauty pageants little girls become "Little Women" at the time they should be little girls. It's a sad commentary on our society when children are exploited in such a way.

Little girls become little women at the time they should be little girls

Oleksil Sergieiev, Fashion-monger Girl stock

I believe that on beauty pageant shows like "Toddlers & Tiaras" and "Little Miss Perfect" children lose their freedom when their mother's take them down the pageant road.

Little girls become 'little women' at the time they should be 'little girls' doing the things that little girls do. It is a sad commentary on our society when children are exploited in such a way.

After watching several episodes of beauty pageants for little girls I came to the conclusion that the pageants are more for the mothers than they are for the children.
It is this belief that inspired my poem The Tears of Fancy Face.

Another pageant is coming
I can tell
I've just turned seven
And pageants are heaven

Mommy is frantic and talking to daddy'
'Bout how to have enough money for the entry fee
She says not to worry,
She'll have it by Monday
Even if she has to work Sunday

Mommy tells me I'm pretty
But reminds me there are prettier girls
Who smile at the judges
And blow them kisses

Sometimes I think
I love the judges more than Jesus

I'm losing my baby teeth
My smile won't be pretty
Until I get my flippers

Mom prays that they'll come in the mail
Before we hit the pageant trail
Mommy and I play "crowning"

I practice my smile and bow
Getting the crystal tiara
Will make me the prettiest girl there
When we play 'crowning'
She doesn't look sad
Or mean
Like she did last year
When I didn't get queen

Mama says
I've work to do
I must practice my walk,
And talk
But I'm not perfect yet

My hair is dull
She takes me to a lady
Who puts goop on my hair
to make it come 'alive'
and make it pretty

We're going to the Fancy Face pageant
I get to wear makeup and have fancy hair
I'll wear a sparkly outfit
With diamonds on it

But mama says my skin is too white
It's 'yucky'
White is not all right
I go to a dark room

Brown color comes out of the walls
It's cold and gets into my eyes
It makes my skin crawl

Mama says 'it's worth it,
All the other girls are doin' it.
Don't frown
I need to be brown
To bring out the color
of my gown."

I must be perfect
To the top of my head to the tip of my toes
Have pretty feet,
When I stand I make a model T
Pretty hands are next
With nails that sparkle

I sit still while they paste my nails
Wait for the paint to dry
Be careful they don't break
I'm still not right

Mama says I have too much hair on my eyebrows
We're a 'hairy bunch' she says
They put hot wax on my brow
And a wax strip
Rip it off
Take off a little more, she says
"No it hurts!"
A little more Mama tells the lady
"It hurts to be beautiful
Don't be silly."

Mama says I need more hair
She buys some yellow curls
Pins them to my head
They're heavy
I need the curls
She says
To make me look like
the other girls

When we check in the hotel
I see the past Ultimate Grand Supreme
Signing autographs
The other girls bring her gifts
I asked her "Do you want to be my buddy?"
She says, "I already have one."
She makes me feel ugly

How can anyone want me?
After all the girls go on
I go to the platform
Mama tells me to stand still
While they announce the winners
I wait for my name to be called
For Ultimate Grand Supreme
I don't hear my name
but I get
Prettiest smile
And prettiest hair
I don't' smile when they give me teddy bears and stuff
It's not Ultimate Grand Supreme
It's not enough
Why didn't I get Ultimate Grand Supreme?
It's mama's dream
I get Grand Supreme

They call another girl's name
Her dress is prettier than mine
Her hair is bigger
The judges like her better
Mama is not happy
When she looks at daddy

I want to slap the winner
And take her money
Mama says I should have practiced more
Smiled at the judges
Shook my behind
But never mind
There's always next year

I'll be a year older
And bolder
I'll win Grand Ultimate Supreme
That's her only dream
That I win Grand Ultimate Supreme

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