We paint ourselves

Every morning just past dusk

Brushes aroused from their shelves

Spritzing florals and musk

Cheeks dusted to look like roses

Noses powdered to a matte   

Shadows at attention in their rows

Ready to line our eyes black 

Proking and prodding and tweezing

Peach fuzz and fly-aways 

Waxing, red, beaming

Another reflection awaits

Preparation and crafting only to create uniformity

We change our greatest gift of all