Fake Ladies
fake hair, fake *******, fake *****, fake nails, fake smile, fake lashes.
It's tragic how we sell ourselves to be plastic.
We deny the beauty inside with instagram filter magic.
We change ourselves to fit the image that that sells.
We buy into the idea that our bodies and skin define us.
We let society redesign us as it believes we should be.
With all that is fake, our reality is only our facade.
No longer do we strive to be true to ourselves and I find it odd.
Where we had amelia airheart
Madam curie, and jone of arc.
We now have a bottle blond with a beauty mark.
She said *** sells, and nothing else, every woman there after was less herself.
Taught that her worth was under her skirt,
But still longing to be understood and always getting hurt.
Ladies, you are not the way you paint your face, do your hair, or the clothes you wear.
What makes you who you are, is your way of thought, your ability to empathize. Your refusal to compromise your value. Your honor can not be bought.
If you ever gaze upon the mirror and wish to see something different look in yourself and find, that the true you can not be seen, for the human eyes are blind to the soul, so be heard, listen, love, laugh, and help others to be whole.
Where make up, makes up for what we lack, I say we take it off and take it all back.
It is easy to be fake, it is hard to be real. This varnish that masks emptiness washes off to reveal, the real you inside, the you you hide, for the fear of being isolated, you mask your pain. You're tarnished in shame.
The next time you draw a winged line on your eyes, i wish you would refrain, instead draw a conclusion, try to explain a thought, realize this fake surely is not.