The Baked Stone Face
She poured makeup on her face,
Thinking she had beauty and Grace,
She was too young,
And had no fully grown body lung,
But she loved being pretty just the same,
As her mother came,
She was running in order to be popular,
With her eyes popping in color,
She was running as fast as she can to not get caught,
She was afraid her mom would teach her a lesson,
And get really mad,
And Well she wasn’t glad,
But she wasn’t angry,
She told her just don’t do it again.
Copyright © Emma Boyzo | Year Posted 2022
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