Photoshop Faces

Each morning when she gets up
She photoshops her face
With layers of paste and plaster in
The hope that by the grace
Of God or maybe make up
Her mask will fox them all
To think that she is so perfect
Just like a Barbie doll

And with her paint and lipstick
She moves into the day
Praying no tears will tumble down
And wash it all away
Nor any other happening
For then, she fears we’ll see
Her face naked and all exposed
Which she says is ugly

Yet less all her mascara
Eye liner and much more
There’s fairness in her face deeper
Than her made over flaws
For cosmetics cover nothing
Are really no disguise
As beauty hidden underneath
Is best in any eyes

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