I wrote this poem about women wearing makeup in hopes to make themself more beautiful to their lover or the male species.

I look into a mirror,

What I see is not me.

A figure standing there with a painted face,

And a smile to show her joy.

This is but the mask I wore,

But now that I have myself,

I am showing my true self.

Erase the mask I wore,

See what is truly me.

I am here to stay,

The real me is but the beginning,

Of a reality I know so well.

I wash off this mask,

So my lover can see my face.

I love you more,

I adore you so,

My heart is for you,

And no other soul.

2011 unpublished work. © by Rebbecca Abernathy

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