Standard Make-Up Box Poem by Noorie Ali

You are my tan so orange
You are my heals that speak
You’re the skimpy rag on me
My designer wear mocked

You’re my standard make-up box
You’re that silky gloss
That mark on my jammy sticks

You’re my smoking eye-shade
You’re my lengthy eye-extension
Mascara you stole my eye-lid

You’re that mucky cheek so ruby
You’re my dirty slap

You’re on my creaked up skin
On my bones flat

My eye-brows so filthy thin
I’m looking like a cat

You’re on my colorless scull
You’re within that faking colourful dye

Paint you leave my straw head dry
I’m that made up Barbie doll
I’m that made up clown

Rescue me from this horrific nightmare
Before I’m melt down
Someone please take me to natural beauty
Please pose me all bare

The pale glow is on my side now let
Those all stare

Lady you have you’re own beauty
Don’t cover it with mess
Don’t make yourself so corrupt
Oh beauty don’t be fooled by glare