Haiku Haiku

From where does it come?
This passion to write haiku —
From things unnoticed



My face.
Scrubbed and polished to its natural perfection
Simply to be covered by
Unnatural elements that may or may not cause future harm
Whilst striving for a look that is not my own

They walk around unshaven, unkempt, and shiny
They are drooled over
I – a woman – am shunned
For leaving my home without even some lip gloss on.
My lip balm just won’t do.

I strive against societal pressures
To spend empty hours applying toxins to my skin
To hide my beloved freckles out of sight so no one can see them
To make myself look like someone no one is

Enough is enough!
What right do they have to objectify me?
So that I despise the very face that has been created for me?
God gave me my face
And my face is my own.
It is my choice that I leave it alone.