Magazines lie like dictators cries, beauty brands try to sell fake style. Naturally soft and smooth only when new, but like all forms decays over time. Popped pimples, rubbed rashes, cuts and scratches, laughter lines and frowning signs, these may all come over time. The book cover of our lives. A living journal. A unique story; where true beauty lies. Superficial values and photoshop aside, look closely to see the real me. When the inside is healthy, the outside will shine. Eat natural, drink water, love yourself, and a warm glow will arise. Mirror mirror on the wall, am I not beautiful? as are you all.
This was my poem for writing 201 poetry day 3, the prompt word was skin, the form prose poetry and the device internal rhyme.
The picture is a shot I took of bonjour in hong kong; which is a chain of beauty product stores. I love the colours and the array of people.