So here i am, in two different versions. The natural and the artificial. Same hairstyle but different appearance. "Am i better with or without make up?" I ask myself
As much as i want to stay true to myself, as much as i want to be natural, i still find myself, following the crowd. I ditch my afro and try locs. I carve my brows, apply make up and ditch my natural face. I feel like a different person, i feel myself for a while, but then it becomes too heavy and i want to go back to my original self.
I'm a young woman now, my hormones torment me. I suddenly feel the need to get attention from the opposite sex. I parade myself in make up. The birds ask me, "what of when he sees you without make up? Will he like you the same? Will he want you the same? Will he see you the same? Unmask yourself, and let the true you,prevail.
And so i took it all off
He told me he didnt care, as long as i remained beautiful in the inside. That was what mattered most: That i didn't stop being the same person. With or without make up, i am still me. Beautiful.
