The Same Damn Bell Poem by Steven Taylor

wake up to a bell, ....

washin, shavin, brushin, rinsein,
combin, stylin, gellin, spritzin,
perfumein an deoderinsin
the mirror always needs convincing, ….
manicuring, paintin, scraping,
thinkin there is no escaping;
curlin, pressin, permin, cuttin,
braidin, dyin, spiken, mussin,
on our appearance we keep fussin;
in the end we end up cussin, ..
cause it seems we're always rushin
into a world so full of judgin, …

how we look should not mean nothin

don't l like how I look,
then go to hell
cause we wake up to
the same damn bell