When I die

Could you please not put any makeup on my face?

That game is for the living

And I have hit death- the most natural part of life

So let my body join my soul in this freedom

Let my body be natural for once

Let my naked face be seen

When I am dead, let me be me.

I've spent years reaching out for this socially constructed

IDEA OF BEAUTY

I put so much time into trying to be pretty enough

Smart enough, small enough,

But enough is never ENOUGH in life

Well here I lay, dead as can be

And you still try

to make me look

Pretty.

Strip my face clean and let every flaw show

Every wrinkle and scar beings to my skin

The larget organ of the body, I've learned to live in

It can now decay and let come out as I am 

As BONES and MARROW and HEART and SOUL

and so

So much more...

But you'll still paint my face when I am dead

To make me pretty enough for the funeral 

Every flaw on this skin will be covered

Because strip this face bare and

Even in death,

It isn't pretty enough

The last they'll see of me will sttill be a lie

Just like it was in life.