HER

I drench myself in perfumes

Hide behind this mask of makeup

Cover myself with these tight clothes

And wear these shoes to make me her

That I will never be                             

Pretty hurts

As I pop this pimple

Tweeze these hairs

Add to these nails

Put on these lashes

Wear this weave

To please the eye

To be called beauty                                                           

To represent beauty

But I’m tired of been pretty

I’m tired of trying to be beautiful

I’m weary of the pain that comes with pretty

Most of all I’m tired of hiding

Who I am behind her

I’m tired of trying to get hips

Wearing push up bras for

 fuller and bigger breast

I do not want to wear these tight

Heels that hurt and leave blisters

I constantly fight

With myself  and who

I am meant to be

I wonder if I am pretty enough

Skinny enough

If I talk right, look right, walk right

To be like her

I don't want to be her

I want to be me

And I want you to love

Me for me

                                           the lovepoet

                                         from the heart

p.s  HER is society's definition of a perfect, beautiful woman.