Poem: Makeup

M. Moyo, I read your poem on painting yourself. I like it so much. So I want to share with YOU, a poem I wrote a few months ago, also about a certain meaning of Makeup. It can cover up a lot! Or false expressions can cover up a lot too, even without makeup. I hope you enjoy the meaning here.

I paint my face, coloring
lips to shine and dare,
to tempt or look like
fresh magazine girls.
I choose foundation
in a bottle, a shade
matching my best patches
to hide certain blemishes.
Brows brushed with
acceptable brown
brightens fading eyes.

You paint your face
in charming grins to hide
the flaws beneath your skin.
Your expressions
of blank stares repress
reactions deep inside.
Your face is painted
without paint, to cover up
what’s in your heart.

Making up our faces
seems a necessary art.