“Cover Girl”

Poem by Wendye Savage


Owning many colors of nail polish shades

Her face well powdered, perfectly made:

Neatly clothed, hair in place

An absolute picture of style and grace:

But when the sun went down, the moon came out

In crept messages of fear and doubt:

Clothes now hung, make up and shelf

Alone , listening to the inner self.

Reality sets in, the illusion snatched

Her inside and outside did not match:

For distorted truths and unkind words

Negative insults, is what she heard:

A diversion from truth, the diamond inside

Hidden behind messages, layers of lies.

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