I don't want magnetic eyelashes I want magnetic poetry No Botox for me Let me wrinkle let me age It's alright to become who I'm suppose to be Don't want fake extensions my hair is its own It will grow out one day at a time No need for microblading, highlights or ****** scrubs Won't curl my lashes or disguise my wrinkles My skin can tell my story through native lines The burden of beauty is a fools game I shall use my smiles lines as a accessory Wrinkle creams will not fix your personality I refuse to fake fuller lips Acid peels are not for me Cheek fillers full of botulism Skin lasers to erase me Hair removal will be with a five dollar schick Keep your tanning beds and keep your Melanoma Don't need Chanel or Louis Vuitton not paying 2,000 dollars for a handbag I will be just me
Flicking through your magazine, you want that perfect face. Put it on your credit card, become the perfect Wife. May as well go the extra mile, book yourself in for a new hairstyle. Get your nails done, you might as well. Something bright so your friends can tell.
What did it all cost? You went too far but at least you look like your favourite star.
After all, let's have no doubt. To look like this is what life's about.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Media driven look-a-likes and shiny, plastic pod people.
I had me a botox in the middle of the night Don't offer me a bed as I can't unlock the light I am so cold my breath is over the faint might Don't run back as I can't bear your grey sight
1,2,3,4,5..... I'll climb up this mountain in tights 5,6,7,8,9... I'll shout on and on as my vocals fight Hide that smile is not bright, germinating blight On the count of 10, I'll fist your toe, it's my right
This pen is the only weapon I got in my isolation The words from inside escapes to another location Introverted but logically attuned in many a motion I can't face you directly to answer your urgent notion