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.



Butterfly, fly away,
free from those who cannot see

Taken for granted and trampled on,
you wait for love, but way too long

With passing time, you start to change
Within your heart, you rearrange

From your cocoon, you fly away,
a katterfly strong and brave

And all of those who did you wrong
find loneliness when you have gone

But it’s too late for them, you see
for now you’re a kat with butterfly wings.