May 1
Being honest is a Trait most don’t have
It’s easier to lie then to steak out what you can’t grasp
A wise woman once said to be a Woman is to always be true to self
But how I act amaze me sometimes I need to be put back on the shelf
China doll get smaller and smaller every cup you peel
Chandelier Diamonds in your eyes but who knew the flaws of beauty would be to Survive
Ultimate Funeral-Bridal
Glorify that figure standing in the mirror
Rehearsal Recital
Playing the games a master mind couldn’t pull
Let them all know you are the Queen of All Jewels 💎
Zirconia Silver Platinum Gold
Modernized state of living
Dead Souls
My Honesty don’t Fade I am true to the Woman in the cave
Blasphemy to not walk in my shoes
Built up Old Blues
Strong minded untraceable pain
Gorgeous Exterior Amazing Shame
It’s easier to lie then to steak out what you can’t grasp
A wise woman once said to be a Woman is to always be true to self
But how I act amaze me sometimes I need to be put back on the shelf
China doll get smaller and smaller every cup you peel
Chandelier Diamonds in your eyes but who knew the flaws of beauty would be to Survive
Ultimate Funeral-Bridal
Glorify that figure standing in the mirror
Rehearsal Recital
Playing the games a master mind couldn’t pull
Let them all know you are the Queen of All Jewels 💎
Zirconia Silver Platinum Gold
Modernized state of living
Dead Souls
My Honesty don’t Fade I am true to the Woman in the cave
Blasphemy to not walk in my shoes
Built up Old Blues
Strong minded untraceable pain
Gorgeous Exterior Amazing Shame
This poem is a meditation on what it means to be an honest woman in a world that rewards illusion. It wrestles with identity, the pressure to maintain beauty while surviving internal storms, and the quiet grief that can live beneath strength. Through layered images and emotional contradictions, I explore the unpolished dignity of being flawed, powerful, and unapologetically real.
