The Rebel

To the Women who dare to be themselves

This is how we are...
REALLY are;

Pure in the blemishes on our faces

Crisp in the untameable frizz

Sheer in the blackness of our circles

Seeing true through pebble-like glasses.

Then we shun the truth for semblance of beauty

Beauty FALSE, beauty flawed...

Flawed in the discontinuous kohl

Flawed in the absurdly pink blush

Flawed in the incongruent smoothness

Seeing the world through a film of plastic

Would that we could love ourselves for our own selves

Than for the stranger in the mirror

That becomes our face to the world.

Would that we could show up the way we are...

Really ARE.