Are you the hat
that sits decorating upon
my head? Here
I was thinking I’m
no hat person. But
we all change.
One day, goodness knows,
I may be a cane person.
Monocle person. Top hat
person.
One day I may move
outside of introversion
to a one-man show.
All because of the fabled
hat.
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The eyes have their own vocabulary,
They speak in volumes and not just words.
The lips, when in silence, merge together,
Like the folded wings of roosting birds.
The chin holds a stubbornness,
That yields subtly to change, now and then,
The nose, flared when furious,
Breathes steadily and calmly when…
The ears listen to words, unspoken, unexpressed, you see?
The face says it all, it is an open book for you and me.
I saw your beautiful long eyelashes
I thought of a person from India
I saw your eyes white and clear
I thought of a British lady
I saw your hair down to the waist
I said the Brazilian queen had arrived
I saw long decorated nails on your fingers
My mind went to Katy Perry
I saw your pink lips
I began to wonder if there was a new ethnicity
Little did I know that
Behind the long eyelashes were extensions
Behind those white clear eyes was a solution bought from a pharmacy
The long hair belonged to a Brazilian lady
Behind the red lips was a mark rouge
My hopes became a mirage
Speechless you left me, very soon you will be priceless
Hopeless you left me, no wonder you are valueless
Where do you hide your African beauty
Where is that glowing black
Why do you paint the beauty that is free
Do you forget the cost of cosmetics
Furthermore it is temporal
Remove all that decoration
What is left is the original you
The aesthetic black woman
You don’t need to borrow your appearance
You don’t need the make-up
Why do you hide behind the cosmetics
Though you doubt your beauty
You are the most sparkling woman on earth
Please leave the makeup
In the wardrobe