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


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