Friday, 19 July 2019

Pretty Face

Red Lips,
Big wide smile,
Hides pains,
She carries in her heart.

Lotus shaped eyes,
That shine in her eyes,
Conceals those tears,
She had shed last time.

Her pink cheeks,
Painted by layers of makeup,
Burying the scars,
Caused by years of struggle.

Her dark black hair,
Wavy and Curly,
Though she wishes,
It were straight and perfect.

Her long legs,
Every girls envy,
Which she protects,
From her self doubts.

Her pretty face,
Round and full,
Slight wheatish
But nothing ordinary,
Yet she feels unhappy,
Comparing her own beauty,
With standards set by virulent society.





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