When we makeup,
oatmeal dabbing over purple under-eye circles
obliterating the tiredness from night,
feathering fair powder over chin and cheeks
peachy erasing of wrinkles and crinkles,
midnight wanding extending, thickening
wispy, just being eye-protecting lashes
mauve lipsticking the rounded curves
popping color unto a neutral canvas.
Why do we makeup,
why are we
scared to be
just the mature “me”
instead of the forever young one
the world pressures us to be?
#VerseLove Day 3- Grammatically Ungrammatical Play with words. Change nouns to verbs, etc. Beginning line suggestion… When we (noun of your choice).
Doodads and Doodles 
One response to “Scared to be the Mature Me???”
Love this poem! I would never thought about writing a piece on applying makeup. Great reflection at the end. Makes me think about hiding the gray in my hair. Glad I visited!
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