you've been thinking
that's because of you
as the architect
and the creator of
stars in her eyes
and even if not because of you
she learned to wear them
in a professional,
lady like manner.
Somebody told me about her,
and I had to see it for myself:
submissive beauty of female
because I've been hurt
because I've been cheated
I had to learn about her mask,
when she doesn't wear herself with the paint on her face.
I know it's stupid,
to see it that way
now I have a long hair
no make up on my face
wearing my boyfriend's jeans
and he looks at me
and he smiles
he thinks he lied good enough
to make me happy
he is the creator of my sky
because when I look at him
I smile and kiss him,
remain him of what his wife used to be like.
I am standing here,
with no equal rights
holding my rough beauty
in my palms
I am over this story,
when I am not worth
of love,
I love myself instead,
I feel ME.
