My Birthright! 27.09.09 Poem by Margaret Alice

Oh no, by now I am quite hysterical, I brought
NO make-up on holiday, I am purple and red
and white in the face – the cold – the sun – I
have no face powder or cream base, I know
beauty is deeper than skin BUT all I can see
is skin without covering - the female
psyche cannot accept being
ugly like this!

We NEED help for beauty, we require a dream; my
positive book says we need not be beautiful to
feel it, we need only FEEL great – and
I feel AWFUL!

No lipstick or eyeliner – I’m used to having unlined
eyes, sunglasses covering everything; but no cover
cream? ! NO, no NO NO! Matt from Shadow of Iris,
you may appreciate the cracked pot when you
see it, but I refuse to BE the cracked pot

I must cover the cracks with the help of beauticians,
philosophise all you want; the female spirit cannot
accept being bland – all pain and injury are used
to advantage to sweeten my spirit – but I MUST
have access to beautician’s arts for
appearance, it is my birthright!