After Rain

Crying Young Woman with Running Mascara

I could slag off your religion
Or dissect your tastes
Maybe even nick a ciggie and I’d probably get away

with it

But shit do you flip
The roof you will hit
If I bemoan what’s on your lip

I could say it’s just a preference
Didn’t realise it was sexist
Would’ve prevented my speech
If I knew you’d get this pissed

I could give you a point about nature
Why do you let it get you down?
In the mirror you turn from a goddess to a clown

I want every other freckle
Every zit and blemish too
I don’t want to look at your foundation
I want to look at you

Most try their best to use it
So that they can look the same
As my perfect mother of nature
After crying
Or after the rain


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