porous & clean. 

I washed the day off of my face 

In the middle of the afternoon 

Watched the water carry away 

The layers of paint I’d used 

To color over 

The dark circles and blemished chin. 

And when I saw the person staring back 

Naked skin 

Deep pores 

For all of Earth’s judgment to fall into 

I saw the child, the woman, the aging lady 

Capsized by idealistic beauty 

Forgetting how undermined the spirit is

When the world only sees you 

Surface deep. 

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