Trying on my sister’s makeup at six years old,
Seemed like the coolest thing,
Using all sorts of crayons for your eyes in different colors,
Like the ones included in my $1.75 coloring book,
I was trying to be beautiful,
But I knew I didn’t need it,
Using mascara on my hair,
Using extensions to make my hair longer,
Using blush as eye shadow,
Drawing on red cheeks with lipstick,
Taking her size B bra and stuffing it with toilet paper,
Trying on heels because I want to be taller,
Putting on a dress and finally be able to fill it out with my stuffed bra,
I thought I was beautiful,
Even though I probably looked like a carnival clown,
10 years later,
I know how to use makeup,
I use mascara on my eyelashes,
I use eyeliner for my eyes,
I use blush for my cheeks,
I use lipstick for my lips,
I have a double D bra and fill it without toilet paper,
I own heels but I can’t wear them because I am too tall,
I have hair to my waist,
I’m still trying to be beautiful,
But I now won’t show my face without makeup,
I wear a mask hoping someone will remove it,
To tell me I don’t need it,
But they don’t because I do,
Because in my eyes,
I still look like a carnival clown.

Do you know what it's like

To always be hungry
Or to stand just on the edge of outside
Not to have a father or mother
Or even a friend by your side

Do you know what it's like

To always be frightened
Not to know your place in this life
To move along because you've been told to
Or sleep in a dark ally at night

Do you know what it's like

To be one of the unwanted
To have faces turn from you time after time
When you have your hand out for a favor
Those same faces pay you no mind

DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE
Do You Know What It's Like
do you know what it's like
do you?