Naked
May I confess to you?
Peel off the make up, not have to be my best with u?
I used to think beauty would capture and keep?
That a soul was only attractive when the surface was on “fleek”
To be one with society and forget the love of “unique”
But I quickly learned being beautiful meant nothing
If the soul was on “deplete”
Average
Simple
Maybe all so kind
Angry
Resentful
Bipolar trying to be defined
But If you remove the eyeliner and unpin the curls
Im not the filter i portray
Or the Valencia girl
Im simply a soul
In a world in which I’m told
In order to be the pretty one that’s bold
“You must live a choice of a voice that is told you need to be ”chose"
But I’m just trying to live beyond the cold
And not die with a spirit that lacks depth once the outside beauty has gotten old
Is that too much to recollect within this moment?
Can I undress bare and have you stare
Deep into the eyes of a poets state and forget hair and be a woman?
And not play the game surface and keeps
And unbear this face that is tired of the hide and seek
Can I?
Be me?
If only for 5 minutes, 10 seconds, if only for a peek.
No?
Then I don’t choose society or to abide by the rules
I choose the flower child and the freedom and heaven And hell
And the voice of joss stones blues
I choose me
Unfiltered
Delusional and complete
