Monday, April 6, 2015

War paint

My warrior paint
comes in expensive little bottles
that promise youth

white cream streaked
across sun-spotted cheeks that
crinkle with glee

layers of invisible
masks promising protection from a 
wild western world

that tells m
how beautiful I am though
its never seen
my real face.

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