Sunday, April 13, 2014

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.


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