As the tears build up, they run over;.........................Tears of Joy. All truth, real happiness, real emotions, no ploy. Is my eyes playing tricks on me, the tints in my glasses are to thick for me? Beauty in the flesh, the true sense of the word. Shout out to my beautiful girl. She built a bon-fire of Revlon, L'Oreal and Covergirl. Tell the world, Make Up is Dead. Well, at least on her face it is. It's like staring at pure grace and where all witnesses. I think this was the best gift I received compared to my last few Christmas'es. My mission is to love what god gave me, then to hate what some call "An Ugly Person's Remedy." If being organic was the cure and makeup was the enemy, a lot of women would die trying to show people the face that they pretend to be. You see, she's rehabilitated so makeup is no longer her crutch. I told her she's walking down the street like she can't be touched. You have timing and patience that can't be rushed, but the way you look today, these other girls can't keep up...... It was tough, she said.
Wearing makeup was like I had a homing device for a flying guillotine aimed at my head. My face should have cut off, sliced clean. I now feel like the only literate person in a town that can't read. The last person with sight in a world of people that can't see. I woke up from the Matrix to realize that I'm finally ME. Did you hear my screams?? I survived the disease. Yes, I reply. In a world of Zombies, your the only one that decided not to lie. Its kind of a surprise, but no time for questions why. Wash rags, soap and a scrub brush for the hard to get to places. Where raging war on all females that can't show there natural faces.
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