Fading My Painted On Face

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Lights. Curtain. Action!

Head up. Head down.

Look right. Look left.

Stop!

 

They’re staring at your porcelain skin

And painted on eyes

And painted on cheeks

And painted on lips.

 

You’re not real.

Not right now anyway.

 

Lights go down and

you walk off stage,

your makeup comes off…

Look at you.

 

You’re staring at your freckled skin

And hushed green eyes

And pale pink cheeks

And slightly chapped lips.

 

You’re real.

So smile and take a bow.

This poem is about: 
Me
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