My Makeup Makes Me

I once had a man tell me it isn't ladylike to curse

I once told a man to fuck off

 

Me encanta mi maquillje,es mi protecion,

es mi ropa para mi cara

But I do it for me, 

 

My eyebrows are thick like my thighs,

my love handles, my emotions when I talk about something I love

 

I'm that hardcore Catholic who refuses to choose

That girl who does not want to fuck

but will fuck you up if you hurt someone who trusted you enough

to let you lay with her

 

I love passionately and unapologetically

I watch Criminal Minds and dream of being Penelope

only so Shemar Moore can hold my while I dream

 

I hate peanut butter and I am a vegan

 

I am a sinner and a fool

but fuck, I am funny

 

I am barely realizing I am an attractive person

 

I have been told I was beautiful before

but he found my best friend even more so

and so i think that compliment doesn't count

 

But through all of my insecurites about my big hair

my big mouth

my big boobs

my mediocre booty

my facination with bromances

and my ability to achieve my dreams

the one thing I am is unchangeable

 

I will always be who I choose to be and not what you or anyone

especially a fragile male ego WANTS me to be

because even if I wanted to be somone else

the real me would seep through

And sometimes filters fuck up what is magnificent as is

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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