My Beauty Room

 

I walk into my beauty room 
just to find much talk of all kinds
I tried to be friendly

but it becomes hard,

 
because it’s like talking to the dead

to a world that is unkind, 

My thoughts truly start to unwind

like rainbow in the sky

for love and peace,

 

for all to see what beauty means to me

but in this cold old world

I make a place in my Beauty room

a place to beautify me,

 

and all who comes around me,

the unkind is when my life began

to a world of sins and it will

be that way even when I grow old

and it may leave me to die

in a cold war,

 

but for now, all heated-up crowd

need to get out of my space

get out from my face 

this is my beauty room 

I don't have time for hate.

 

Poetic Judy Emery © 1980