Mar 06, 2006 22:53
My potential for beauty begins and ends
with dollar store earrings.
Sometimes they are tacky and distract one
from when I hate my face. Or my face hates me.
In the tumultuous times, I
wear the biggest and brightest pair
to brighten my smile
and avoid the despair.
Shiny examples of my false self esteem
or subtle representations of my femininity
whatever they are;
these extensions can complete me.
but only if i let them.