A Negative Exsposed
Between the mirror on the wall and the disposable camerathere we stood
A puppet and her master.
Clothes draped properly over our bodies
with a hair one not out of place.
Fake smiles helped
in creating our barbie like exteriors.
Standing straight, hands clutched behind our backs,
every detail mattered.
A model citizen and his perfect daughter
happy, normal, active it in the community.
Getting ready for a father-daughter dance
and documenting every moment before hand.
Image was everything!
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