An Angry Smile...

Bright shiney teeth that could outshine the moon at night
Glowing eyes, lashes were natural I hate make-up
The foundation that keeps my nation out of the light
I fell for her thoughts, they way she thinks of make up
She said its non African, something foreign
It would make her look foreign...
To her culture, demolished imposter
That was her closure...
Beauty Magazines is not her style...she has her own style! ! !

By: Rufus Thupana Mashao
a.k.a Roof

poem by Rufus Mashao
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