There are those of us who have done our best
To keep it all together.
We wash our faces regularly
Scrubbing hard and rinsing off
Bad habits and wrong attitudes
Bigotry and laziness have no bearing on our image.
And when disappointments come we have learned to disentangle
Ourselves from the mess
And come out stronger. Better.
Or so we say.
We have also learned how to apply make-up
The cosmetics that hide our demons
The powder that covers those persistent wrinkles
Those shameful tendencies,
The imperfections about ourselves that aren’t disappearing in a hurry
We hope a little bit of mascara will embolden the timidity of our perspecive
A dash of powder will brighten the face of our pessimism
And a splash of lipstick will sweeten the sour taste in our mouths.
But there are things that cannot be washed out by our best intentions
And so we resign to just cover them up
Attempting to beautify our flaws,
Decorating a wound
In a twisted sense of self-love.
Only to go home and wash it all off and face ourselves
Again.
The heart is deceitful above all things
and beyond cure.
Who can understand it?
-Jeremiah 17:9
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