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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