Ideally make-up is done
To be beautiful
To be who we wished to be
To feel pleased
Most often to look appropriate
Or to mask who we are not
In the sick society
With inhumane costume party
Blessed are those
Who don't need it
And here, she is
With a profound heart
Magnetic kindness
Calming attire
And unconditional love
Such is
An epitome of beauty
What beauty looks like?
Who could it be?
See, who remains
Mother, she becomes