She has an oval face
Round big eyes
Sharp nose with pretty lips
Nice feature of a face
When asked,
She got it from her dad
Soon she turned eighteen
Longed for beauty
She slaps powders on her face
Boys drawn to her beauty
She loved attention
Layers of powders gain it more
She stared into the mirror
Wondering who,
Is the girl beneath that powders
Too late to turn back
Her face,
Turned into a canvas
Whose face lose identity
Without paints
Ain't beauty in a plain canvas
Why hide beneath the powder
When you,
Could be beautiful through Him?