She wakes up every morning & looks in the mirror.
Not happy by what she sees,
she covers her face with makeup.
She thinks it makes her look pretty,
but I know she's pretty without it
& I tell her everyday, hoping she believes me.
Sometimes I wish
When I put on my eyeliner
A toddler would say
you look like a raccoon
And when I put on my lipstick
a child might tell me
your lips look like their bleeding
and when I wore my eye shadow
one might tell me
it looked like someone punched me
and I had a bruise
and when I wear powder and foundation
a child would say
you look like plastic
But they never do.
In fact when I wear makeup
came up to me and asked me why I was so pretty
and I thanked her, and said
You are too!
but she walked away
I wanted to tell her that my beauty was artificial
I wanted to tell her that my visage was fake
I wanted to yell to the world that this face
was what society created.
I wanted to blame it on society
which I could, if I wanted
But more I wanted to blame it on myself
I felt so pretty .
But was that what counts?
Is pretty what matters?
what about internal beauty
and intellectual beauty
and natural beauty.
When did powder caked
freckles are some of my favorite things
like sprinkles on top of a cupcake
making a good face even better
but around 10th grade
all the freckles begin to disappear
and it makes me wonder
what other beautiful things are disappearing too?
every friday, i put on makeup
i think it looks good
with eye shadow and just the right amount of nail glitter
i can look like
golden royalty, an azure fairy, a lime snake-kid
every friday, i get a second train of thoughts
i think i look not-as-good
with a thinner face and less prevalent raven-feathers under my eyes
i could look better
why don't i look better
you can feel it;
all thought is makeup
over our emotions.
why does it surprise us that
we can often only see things
as black and white
when good and bad
and happy and sad
and yes life and death
are part of a larger whole
that we can't see in this spectrum.