what path

the snipping of hair
the smell of shampoo
the bristles of the broom
the hair on the floor
the smiles that are shared
colors swirled
blended perfectly on the eye
the peachy lipstick to match the blush
the coats of mascara
defined cat eye
adorned with perfect curls
soft and frizz free
me that's me
creating art
with a makeup brush as my want
scissors in my right hand
it could be a waste of smarts
but im following my heart

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