PERFECTION

It stings, those eye brows

And like pepper make the eyes weep

The mouth cakes and rebels

At many of its clothings

The breasts cry for some air

The tummy shouts “mummy

Free me” to no avail

Then the legs complain of the pressure

Of the feet which in turn complain

Of the foreign pressure

The ears complain of some sudden weight

And some of the fingers shout they are being strangled

Like caricatures, we cry for perfection

When we are being dragged out of the sun

Into the earth

Perfection sucks, hurts and can kill.

(Picture from www.ibtimes.com )

Tags #AFRICAN POETRY., BEAUTY PRODUCTS, MAKE-UPS, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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