Kindly take your happiness
and go the other way
i’m really not in the mood,
I dont care what you say

I need some space,
Some time alone
So please give me a break.
I’d prefer if we shake hands
and go our separate ways.

I cut my arms
And burn my skin
All because of you.
I lost my friends
And canceled plans
All for you.
I was all alone
Without a home
'Cause you said you'd come through.
It's okay though
'Cause you're worth the suicide
And I love you.

Every time we speak
My knees grow a little bit weak
And my heart, it glows.
From your head to toes
And from your blood to your new clothes
You’re always unique.
From the moment we met
Till the moment we pass
I’ll always be by your side.
Just letting you know
‘Cause I love you so
And losing you, I would cry.

you can't help but stare
and stare
and stare
until you hate everything about your face
how many freckles you have
pimples
it can only cover the scars for so long
the insecurities for so long
lips coated in thick red
eyes you coat with liner and eye shadow
face caked with foundation
baked with powder
contoured to the gods
eyebrows on fleek
you slay
sometimes you don't recognize yourself in the mirror
and it makes you happy because you can't imagine living the rest of your life looking you without make-up.
will you ever love you?
you, without the makeup?

I made up a face in
my mind it was mine but
smoother, cakier, glitterier,
camera-ready to take
on the persona of the dry, spotty layer just
beneath the
surface

her story lies behind the layers of foundation and her waterproof eyeliner
she has a name people say but an identity she can no longer come to terms with
people hand her bandages but the scars will always bleed through and she's learned to accept this
she has a script where each page opens with the question on whether or not she's okay but she never is
they tell her to go to church but there are demons within her that aren't the ones religion can simply bless and pray away
she presents eyes with a vibrant shade of brown but all she can see through them are black and white
she's troubled, in pain, lost, insecure, scared, but most of all...

she's more than the layers of foundation and waterproof eyeliner

No offense to all the females out there
But women confuse me to bits
Paint layers atop faces to disguise yourself
And you overly use terms like 'lit'

Every store I walk into to buy nessesities
A lady's eye catches mine, then glares
I'm not being mean, so what did I do?
Maybe its my overly wavy hair?

They talk about clothes of all different styles
Without fail the price is sky high
I would much rather stick to my thrift store shopping
I like jeans, some shirt, with a tie

I look at other woman compared to myself
Im plain, they are stuffed with beauty
I know Im a woman by my bodies shape
But Im the worst of the woman, you see

fail to admit
you were getting sick
stains on your teeth
from cherry red lipstick
dirt in your nails
picking up sticks
to build a house from the ground
you buried your past self in
marks on your skin
purple and blue
bleed from within
so you look vibrant in hue
your insides burn
like cherry red lipstick
but don't get the same
looks or snippets
your insides are ugly
no matter their coat
please fix them first
before you start to gloat

Even to an untrained eye
One can spot layers of foundation
Caked into her face

Is she a victim
Of some historical imperative?

Is she caged
In some arbitrary matrix?

Some fun-house of mirrors
While a mustachioed ringleader
Overcharges, shouting

“Come one, come all, bedazzled spectator
Behold, the distorted woman
Transmogrifying before your eyes!”

Or maybe she’s just vain
Or betwixt the two

Somewhere, a boy drops a sixpence
It rattles in the dusky jar
As he enters the dark show