Every night before I lay my head to rest, I observe my face in all it’s raw glory
From my shiny forehead to the dull hairs on my chin, every feature is picked at for flaws to discard
But whether it’s larger pores on my cheeks, or darker hairs above my lip, a ballad rather than slander is what my raw face deserves
Starting at said shiny forehead, I lift up my bangs to reveal an alpine landscape with dewey pink splotches.
This mountain is here to protect my gigantic brain and the splotches are just for the artistic touch
So called beauty experts would bring concern to why at only 18 my hairline is so high up
But trust me, it isn’t receding, it’s the knowledge, rhymes, and lessons being stored in this headspace
A couple miles down are the brows, that perk and scrunch when something gets on my nerves
Some would say they are overgrown I would say they’re just biodiverse
The stray hairs and faint unibrow bring character to my garden
And leave gurus in such shock, they need to be carried off in a hearse
Two steps down are the eyes that show off my vulnerability
Where rivers flow out every three to five business days
Experts say too much crying makes your eyes puffy
But who’s watching me shed tears thinking “ this bitch is ugly!”
These eyes are elders, left eye needing a crutch to work out
But with right eye support both see the bullshit experts spew about
Down the road is the nose, busy with blackheads and jewelry
Septum ring so big to the beauty world, it makes me a liability
Yes I can breathe correctly, and the point is to look like a bull
my vision of beauty will never be clutter free and dull
The neighbors to the nose are the cheeks
The cheeks that are supposed to be shrunk down fat free
But if my cheeks were fat free there would be no space for kisses
to be smothered by my misses and my mother
Where we set ship, is the lips and chin, where complaints are deeply set in
Beauty doesn’t want my chin to have extra blubber or my lips to boldly blabber
But beauty isn’t silent, or exclusively thin
True beauty is what you craft from the within
True beauty is confidence you project outside
True beauty is free from judgemental minds
I love my flaws because they were crafted for me, and I won’t let beauty experts craft me to blur their insecurities
I strive to have fat, a loud mouth, and odd makeup taste
And I am honored to make shit awkward with my ugly ass face
So while I craft up this face and place it on a silver platter
When you pick up your fork, take a bite and savor
While you chew and swallow what I crafted in the kitchen
Tell me beauty experts, how the fuck does my raw face taste?
