Maybe it's a sign

remembrancer


I don’t know when I stopped

the daily painting of my face

On a Monday?

Maybe a Sunday

or some other day between

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It could have been deliberate

an attempt to feel more proud

But it's most likely I was exhausted

and my teenage fears just weren’t as loud

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I’m sure I could still find

some current reasons to disguise

lashes lightened by sun kisses

and moments etched in laughing lines

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So this Friday I decided

to find mascara and lipstick

To conceal my hard earned freckles

and make my beauty cosmetic

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Of course the sky chose now to open

to quench the thirsty dusty land

and my painted face has melted

ruining all of my plans


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Yeah, isn't it just the way things go sometimes?

I love how the poem relates to so many, asks for empathy, and ends in a comical way. Well, comical to the viewer, not the one whose face is all covered in streaks.

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ethelthefrog

ethelthefrog

Brilliant. Not one for make-up myself and I am constantly astonished that someone would say that laughter lines are things to be ashamed of and need to be covered up (with this lovely and expensive goop that I happen to be selling).

I found myself smiling all the way through this piece and commiserating at the end. Nicely done.

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