My Beauty Room

I walk into my beauty room
just to find much talk of all kinds
I tried to be friendly
but it becomes hard,

because it’s like talking to the dead
to a world that is unkind,
My thoughts truly start to unwind
like rainbow in the sky
for love and peace,

for all to see what beauty means to me
but in this cold old world
I make a place in my Beauty room
a place to beautify me,

and all who comes around me,
the unkind is when my life began
to a world of sins and it will
be that way even when I grow old
and it may leave me to die
in a cold war,

but for now, all heated-up crowd
need to get out of my space
get out from my face
this is my beauty room
I don't have time for hate.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery