Stephen Mateus


'Mask'Ara - Poem by Stephen Mateus

Each day a clean canvas painted on by the ill founded ideas of beauty's mirror image,

a thin layer of cosmetics to disguise a non existent blemish,

a mask that may be made of maybelline,

but only means to me,

that this individual lives in fear,

of the false accusations of a society that may appear,

makeup that makeups for the insecurities that swirl in their head,

the thoughts that once again arise when the mask is off and they toss and turn in their beds,

the warpaint applied each day before each new battle fought,

a new border crossed, all to obtain that figure perfect barbie doll flaunt,

because every mask tells its own story,

each brush of the eyelash a page in the book of promised beauty and glory,

every girl likes to dress up, and the mask does dress up too,

to make the old look as new,

to mask the black and the blues,

for this mask dresses up the lies so you never see the truth,

so ladies if you think this mask is what defines you, your wrong,

what defines you is inside you, there's no point to hide you,

so tear this mask away and let your true beauty remind you,

that you are beautiful.


Comments about 'Mask'Ara by Stephen Mateus

  • (1/23/2013 9:52:00 PM)


    Good advice! but do you want to see the faces full of black spots, freckles and wrinkles? not everyone wears make up to hide blemishes, but the moderate makeup will enhance the beauty and I like watching those colorful apples on the cheeks, peacock feather on the eyes and many more. Thank you for sharing this good poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013



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