The beauty to be
Lipstick, eyeshadow,
who am I now?
mascara, contour
I always need more
ribbons and curls
diamonds and pearls
all of the beautiful girls
are hiding behind
their own mind
we have this facade
that’s rather quite odd
in that we are praised
for hiding
for abiding
for lying
to ourselves.
Our souls like nails
and our minds like hammers
always swinging about
to shape and mold.
There must be a day
that we find a way
to unravel and free
the beauty to be
This poem is about:
My country