She was taught that beauty was made up with makeup since she was a little girl.
Every morning, she applies the shadow, liner, and lipstick to look good for the world.
They flirt with her and give her compliments based off the things that they see,
But they care less about who she is, where she’s from, or where she wants to be.
It’s a part of her reality.
She alters her appearance because she likes to hear a compliment from time to time.
More often than not, she’s disrespected. They say things to her that are out of line.
Her reaction is a smile. She waters down her intelligence.
Though she gets the attention that she set out to receive…
Inside, she feels irrelevant.
Pretty is good. Ugly is bad.
That’s all she really knew.
She didn’t understand that beauty wasn’t only determined by the way that we look…
But also the things we say and do.
She’s a wreck in a dress, trouble in heels, as the wind blows through her hair extensions.
Outside: happy, inside: miserable. What a tumultuous contradiction.
The misguided guidance, lack of love, and self-centeredness have proven to be detrimental.
Her mascara has now become a necessity. It masks her hurt feelings, shattered dreams, and wasted potential.
She wears her makeup for the world.
© 2011 Sticks & Stones Publishing
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