There’s a side I don’t show the world
For its bruised and scarred
Carrying wounds of my past
Some that never heal
You see, when you see me with make up, don’t be quick to judge
It’s by my lipstick that I hide my cracked lips, of my hungry soul
It has slept hungry for days, months, years
Yearning to be fed
Not because it starves for lack of food, I get even swamps along the way, that I can drink water
But I’m afraid of what to let in
You know, it’s risky everywhere
You no longer sure of what to smell, bite or swallow
So, my soul is hungry..
I have to hide my insecurities too
My pimpled face, uneven body shape, shapeless nails, the body shaming is too much
I have to hide them, less the world will term me unattractive
I can’t even smile with my teeth out, thanks to Corona for the masks, I am able to hide my crooked teeth there, when growing up, I wasn’t lucky enough to get fixed on braces.. They were too expensive
But now I can afford sunscreen, let me enjoy it else my melanined skin will peel off
Let me be for my weaknesses you will not appreciate
And I’m not so strong to handle the shame.