Pretty

We sit looking so pretty

In our dresses, skirts and heels

Forgotten is the start

Forgotten is the battle

Waking up, hair in your face and eyes are puffy

Every day the same thing

Every night the same thing

Jump in the shower

Wash your face from the oils of the night cream we have slept in

Wash your hair, or not, it depends if we believe one is better than the other

Shave your legs and your pits; stand in there ready to go back to bed

Getting out one leg at a time, oh if only I was taller, oh if only I was shorter

Here and there the battle of every day and every night

What to wear, what to wear?

For I am too fat, oh too skinny, maybe apple shape, pear shape, mango shape, celery

The cellulite, the frizzy hair, hair so straight, oh the wrinkles

We put on our garments, now the shoes, yes, those freaking shoes

To blow dry or not, that is the question

To curl or flatiron, to burn it or simply just leave it

Then the oils, creams, de-puffers, bb cream and concealer

Yikes, a zit and the wrinkles, plus the spots

Now the powder, bronzer, shadow and mascara

Using tools that clamp our lashes because they make us happy

Some perfume here we go

Nine pm and we are exhausted

To peel and peel all the layers

Oh the process, oh the work

 The torture and the pain

They do say “beauty is pain”, they never said how much pain

If only the people we impress would pay us for our work

 We would be rich; we would not be hungry and angry

We would not have to do all this, we would love ourselves

We would not paint ourselves, we would not have blisters

We would not pay the expense

We would be proud; we would be natural and fresh

Just like a tree we would show our scars, wrinkles and wisdom with our age

We would be bare

Then our roots they would grow and our product would be simple and mature

No worries, no care and only time we would dissipate

From the earth we grow and to the earth we end

Instead we smile and reset

We sit there oh so pretty