The Internet

The internet says, orange is the new black

and my worth lies on the peels.

The other day it was pomegranate;

“unworthy of love!” it echoed.

I dress up everyday in this sweetheart masquerade; for the juries in comments

different face, same facade

and so am I : prized possession of this spectral gallery.

But I am a hollow creature - inside my glitter skin and rainbow hairs

all my red is a lie, I'm a black carpet from head to toe.

And I'm not arguing with the screen that I buried my eyes into

whatever you say, my love.