Ancient

Ancient.

The mirror did it again, it tried to paint a pretty picture but I just don't want it too.
I sometimes wonder if people actually stare at me and think I'm pretty.
My eyes don't match each other,
Skin colour irregular,
Everything far from perfect,
The dark spots on my face, just a representation of how I tried so quickly to get rid of them but they decided to stay because they aren't scars, they are spots that need to be shown in order for me to later appreciate why they ever occurred.
How I wonder how people view me because on other days I am drenched in everything I would love to be, and on other days I am slowly melting away like all the times my hair decided to break.
Speaking of hair.
That fro girl, it's been doing the most.
How I have mastered the art of taking care of it but want to burn it because chemicals aren't natural but natural isn't natural the minute you cover it up right, making half of us unnatural because we wear masks everyday:
Clothing,
Make-up,
Fake smiles,
Fake nails,
Fake friends,
Fake emotions,
Fake, fake, fake.
See because that's all we consists of, trying so hard to please everyone but ourselves and cry thoughts and wonders of depression and anxiety and yes maybe those things do exists but they wouldn't have if you just let natural be unnatural without the expense of your happiness.
See because you are more than dipped and drenched in everything and anything.
You are a statue, shaped and curved in just the correct sizes to master the sway of your hips even if they don't exist.
You are far more ancient than any historic item because ancient times began with you.

~Low-Key Poet ??
-Sihle Simelane

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