Broke, battered, and confused
feeling hurt and misused
make up Ain't gone make up
for the shit that you been through
if only that eye shadow
could shadow that hurt inside
or
mascara mask
low self-esteem with pride
future cover girl
just trying to blanket her world
while her tear drops
reveal her faulty foundation
run to the beauty supply
when you already got beauty in ample supply
chasing idealized perfection
in bleaching cream
cause people scared of the dark
what ever happened to
the blacker the berry
the sweeter the juice
I guess love for self
like a baby tooth knocked lose
soon to fall out of existence
if only life were as polished as your finger nails
as sweet as your lotion smells
and filled with loving contacts
so lucid you don't even need color contacts to see
don't hide the foul stench of misery
with fairy tail perfumes
that need reapplication
upon realization
that the mess is still there
no perm can straighten
the tangle web you weave
but some how you still believe
you can get up
put on your make up
and that should somehow make up
when in reality you just need to
wake up and see
you never woke up
you see
so stop blaming every man you see
cause he just going off what he see
he can't help that that’s false representation
of who you be
so why don't you let him see you
make up free
