I don't  really feel like putting on make-up today.

Or tomorrow.

Or ever.

Why do I need to straighten my hair? 

It has character,

Pizzaz. 

Who cares if I wear a t-shirt

or sneakers

or if  my hair is a curly mess?

Why bother with a filter,

a mask,

an alias.

I don't need Shakespeare to write a poem 

about how I compare to a Summer's day.

I need thirty more minutes.

I don't feel like lying today.

Or tomorrow.

Or ever.