I woke up like this
I woke up flawless, as I do, each and every day
face mask on, tea in hand, in bed with my hair astray
Oh Naturale! Simply a plain face, and curves resting on my hips
I admire each aspect of myself, down to the words that roll from my lips
Off to class! I scurry to the vanity where I rush to perfect my face
I paint it like a mural, with each eyelash stiff in place
So many imperfections to cover, and I do it all with ease
for I have practiced many times with each eyelash curl and tweeze
Before I left I threw on my clothes and looked at the mirror once more
to realize my perfected face was just as flawless as my bare one before
So I wiped off my makeup, went through the day and disregarded the judgemental chatters
because I am flawless on the inside, and that is all that truly matters
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