Marx and White Denim

your denim will be white,
like the lies you tell yourself
to keep breathing,

your prosthetic lips,
red like the blood that will
grace your fingertips,
the belt around your waist,
unfrilly fashionable,
the colour that will be left
after you cut off all the spots
on your body you don't like.

the world is human made,
can be human changed,
but you are all the same.