MANASVI SHARMA BAWA

Hey guys,

Welcome to the next edition on my ‘SHE’ poems, my take on what it means to be a girl. This time around we celebrate being who we are. Minus filters. 

She has dark circles;
She has fine lines.
Her face is a playground for pimples;
It’s literally like a land of mines.
She has days when she is bloated;
She can put a fish to shame.
Then there are days she’s coated;
One lipstick swipe to fame.
She likes those bold lips;
She likes to keep them tame.
Bad hairdays come and go;
Mostly they do stay.
She sometimes wishes she could mow;
That wretched head of hair.
She looks at herself in the mirror;
“I need to drink more water”, she says.
Much to her gold fish memory and horror;
That promise seldom stays.
Then she wakes up the next morning;
Smiles at her reflection and gets ready to slay!