I don't wear makeup. I don't want to. I don't want a pretty face, Smiling and nodding, Lulling you into a false sense of security.
Children are being ****** out by their own parents! People are being murdered by the officials meant to protect them! There are people so scared of their emotions they would rather die than confront them!
And you're ****** because I don't meet the beauty standards you adopted from our society?
Everyone is being forced to say sorry And smile And giggle To make themselves and others believe that the superficial problems they face are dire And that when they solve that they've accomplished something And that everyone is just swell.
Not me.
I'm more blessed than I'll ever know More fortunate than I'll ever appreciate and I'll do my best to save everyone, To fix what is wrong.
So if I become over zealous And ***** up my face And disturb you And force you to reconstruct your worldview I'm not apologizing
And if you hope to take solace on beauty afterwards To seek comfort on the familiar My face still won't be made up