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There was a time
When thunder was my shelter
Lightening and rain
I adored them
Because this was where i could sob
And noone would know
Id scream
And it could be disguised like smile
It was like hard tide hitting hard
Every time
Just when i thought i was gone
I was washed ashore undrowned
That day went
Like all days do
But still that terrible ten
Always hit like
A ship breaking in to two
The tears dried
I promised my self
To never be again teary eyed
I learned something from that cry
The heart mended
I vowed it would never be again broken
That throb is still there
But never will i feel or cry
Or damn even sigh
The waves of time will wash over
the concealer now a blessing
And rain a curse
This body
This body is a lie
Taught that this body
Is only pretty
Because it is honey
Because I didn't stay in
The sun too long
Because I reflect my father
And my grandfather
Who was a reflection
Of light
This body
This body I do not fit
Because it always looks happy
It forces a smile on me that
I don't want to show
I am not happy
This body
Makes me laugh
Like everything is funny
But nothing is funny
Because I am serious
This body
I want to hide
Because men look at it
And drool over it
Like it is a piece of steak
Like I am not human
Like I don't deserve
The choice to say no
Because his body
Gets what it wants
But my body
Gets stolen from me
Every time he says he wants me
But I won't let that happen
Because if he try to bust in me
I will bust back
And I won't let him take
From me
The only thing that was given
To me
Because I never had anything
But this body
this body
Was made wrong
Not that I wish I was male
But because I was taught
To never love a another female
And I feel weird because I love
Both
But I hate the terms they call
This body
Because my mother named me
Ceeairra
Not straight
Not Gay
Not bi
I am Ceeairra
In this body
This body
Is fake
Because I mark it up
With makeup
To hide everything I hold
Inside
I am tired
I am exhausted
My concealer doesn't
Only hide the bags underneath
My eye
But hides the war that's going
On inside my mind
my eyeliner holds
The tears that I fight
With every night
Because if they came out
It would only make this body
Look weak
Like this body
Ain't got enough
Things to prove
I'm sick of this body
Tired of this body telling
Me what to do
Tired of people judging
Me because of
This body
I am not just
This body
I am more than
this body
So please stop just
looking At
This body
Angels of Mercy
To all those who have been deemed essential
Dealing with a virus, with a death rate so potential
Looking into the eyes of a gowned, masked healer
Seeing fatigue and fear, but bravely the concealer
To all the police officers, who place their lives on the line
To all the nurses, who lovingly care for all those confined
To all the doctors, who have always been there for us all
To all the paramedics, caring for the big and very small
To all the bus drivers who bravely take people to and fro
To all the truckers, driving lonely, away from all they know
To all the grocery workers, stocking shelves of what we need
To all the frontline workers, always there to help us succeed
To all the families, adhering to all the social distancing now
To all the children, in this fearful time, being brave somehow
To each and everyone of us, this virus has somehow touched
We are all angels of mercy, our undying humanity untouched
By
Charlie Baker
J D Vance has such smoky, smoldering eyes, doesn’t he?
The way those baby blues coruscate, as if from the darkness.
Are those shadows natural? No, it’s eyeliner, of course, but on
a 40-year-old man it’s called guyliner.
Any teenage girl will tell you the kohl pencil is the gateway
makeup tool for self-definition, if not exactly self-improvement.
As an ex-teenage girl, I can picture the hours senator Vance spent,
hunched over his laptop watching make-up tutorials on TikTok or
Instagram, analyzing eyeliner techniques in overwhelming detail.
TikTok clips are today’s replacement for the Teen Vogue magazine
product pages of back-in-the-day. I recall watching these videos,
at 14 and devolving into a fog of envy and inadequacy.
JD began wearing guyliner in 2016, so he probably watched those
at age 33 and by now, he’s certain to have upped his game
by having them permanently, cosmetically tattooed on.
Of course, Trump himself has never been one to shy away from makeup.
His weird, orange, glazed-ham look comes from his preferred spray-on
concealer, ‘Bronx Colors,’ a cruelty-free makeup manufacturer in Switzerland.
If this all sounds too judgy, I’d like to say, “JD, I’ve felt your clearly adolescent girl pain, and I get your desire to represent a softer and more romantic republican political aesthetic.”
And let’s not forget that Kamala’s been known to wear makeup herself.
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Songs for this:
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue by Falco
Gonna Get Along without you now by She and Him
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Here are before and after JD Vance eyeliner pics - you decide: daweb.us/jdVance.png
I loved my make up today
My yellow concealer blended mighty well
At least it didn't turn out gray
Don't forget to draw water from the well
I kissed his fist so hard today
I smiled as I touched my bleeding lip
I admired the color in the mirror
I begged the heavens for this day
His artwork has no error
At least he touched me
ME
I won't forget to draw water from the well
The green and purple looked good today
I'm thinking of having the pattern tatted
Stencil huh
My mother chased me away
I don't think she liked the tattoo idea
As long as I remain the perfect canvas
I will draw water from the well
Look closely, feel the harmless heat
enveloping black-diamond
petals in the glistening
garden of glossy geraniums.
There, sprouts rosemary dreams
from an untouched silhouette,
eager to be seen beyond
her perfumed pigments.
Her universe was sprinkled
with starry streams
of gleaming rays,
as she swayed to symphonic
serenades filled with hazel dust.
They may gawk with greedy
glares as wide as the night sky,
marking her with lecherous
objects that only please
shameless eyes.
She was never
in need of a sixth sense
to understand iron glances
that travel in nefarious packs,
with sugar-burnt hunger
washing all over her
unblistered flesh,
judging her concealer
as a manipulative facade,
seeking uncalled-for affirmations
that she never solicited,
misconceiving her thin lines
of red-river lipstick.
Her summer physique allowed
no consent for invasive intrusion,
yet carnal cravings become
unwelcome toxic trespassers.
Their immoral thoughts
believe shallow words
give them wanderlust wings,
while sinister stars in their sky
label her a soulless mannequin,
objectifying her
cinnamon-glazed skin,
sun-kissed hair,
and pecan-powdered~
caramelized voluptuous flare,
with their vehement
voracious desires.
Swinging penetrative thin blades
of opinions from miles,
oblivious to the fact that
she is the sanguine strength
that strolls in silver silence
across spiky swards,
suppressing the pain her
bones have endured with
every whiskering
whistle they wolfed.
There, if the mauve moon and
crystalline constellations look closely,
they would find versatile
mirrors of meaning
reflecting the times
she parades a smile too
comfortable to wear,
for they have concluded
her bed to be a shrine
of blenders and
overflowing thickened blades,
cursed by the biological
sins of Adam's ancestors.
I like wearing makeup in the way that I do it
I like my big eyeliner, my colourful eyelids
My cheeks covered in a heavy layer of blush
A small little highlighter heart on the tip of my nose
And a shiny spot right on my angel kiss
A eyeliner drawing of a heart or a bee
Sometimes a star on the freckle by my eye
Colours of eyeshadow that match my fun earrings
Maybe my outfit, and maybe my shoes
I hate wearing makeup in the way of my peers
Skinny sharp eyeliner, tan or beige eyelids
Face covered in a layer of foundation, concealer, and bronzer
Highlight on only ever cheekbones
And of course the bridge of the nose
No cute little heart right by their eye
No colours to match with, they just wear gold earrings
Not to say that their makeup isn’t gorgeous
It suits them quite well although to me it's boring
They are happy with their makeup and that's all that really matters
But I wonder what they would do without societal pressures
In a back room in downtrodden and sleazy Manila
On the table cards money and a bottle of Tequila
Fortune lay in the hands of Jose the crooked dealer
Had piercing eyes and a nose like a broken tortilla
As if he had been groomed with a potatoe peeler
Always had an ace up his sleeves this amazing dealer
But to even the game his foes applied silicon sealer
To his coat and bankrupted the dishonest stealer
He found his comeuppance and glue was the healer
Gone were his days as slick professional concealer
He now resides in a prison cell in a disused castilla
Bread and water for him and no more grenadilla
30th December 2019