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Originally Posted by SingularNYCFemme
The nine words were
static deserted glamour child foundry latitude kiss blessing hell
I provided them as they randomly floated into and through my brain; then thought ack! What could anyone come up with using those words?
What the poem came to be about (led by glamour, child, and hell) is those little girls whose bizarrely obsessed mothers spend ridiculous sums of money doing odd and inappropriate things to stick these innocent little beings into beauty pageants, a practice I personally find offensive and indefensible, no matter how much of an industry has grown around it. These little children are objectified, and by the time they are 5 or 6 years old are veterans with a competitive edge against other little girls. Anyway, the poem grew out of the words, which is one of the things I've loved about Arwen's thread through the years. 
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Yes, that's what I was thinking the poem was about too. Just wanted to make sure, nicely captured.