She goes to the spelling bee
And its her turn to spell
The judges says "Your word is beautiful"
She takes a deep breathe and begin..
M-a-k-e-u-p
That same morning She wakes up
Unhappy about what she sees in the mirror
Unhappy about what her creator has given her
She puts on her lipstick ..then eyeshadow
Continue painting on her face
Hiding her unique features
The things she would do to get likes on the internet
Her mind is so imprisoned to it
She shows her nude body her fine chine which should be kept away in a box wrapped up in old newspaper
Closed and sealed
Back to the spelling
She stares into the judges eyes hoping that they would her another chance
Like the internet gave her another chance on life should could live as "internet famous"
The judge speaks into the mic "I'm sorry thats incorrect
Makeup is a mask to show off what society thinks is beautiful
And if u ask me how to spell beauty ill say "m-y-s-e-l-f
-Nikkia D. Staples
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When the colors of the rainbow sing
PoetryBasically these are random short storys \ poems all written by me Im just beginning so cut me so slack☺️