Brushstrokes of foundation,
Mascara fibers made to tower;
My best fake smile
And honeyed words slathered over
These people who have never even stopped...
To see ME.
I of "no great significance"
Have a worth so great, it's sharp.
My words of power and intelligence
Sound sweeter than a harp.
Though they see me as worthless through a shallow camera lens,
I am ME.
I am poetry and voice
And green eyes with depth great.
I am a runner and a dancer
When my drive takes physical shape.
"Just another pretty face, just a girl, unimportant."
They cannot see my strength,
My beauty, and my warrior's heart,
But when I shed the mask, step from the lens
Then they'll surely start.
"What is she doing? That does not conform!" Of course not...