hand cream
is for the artificially glamourous,
unscratch your hands, your arms, your face,
cut your nails,
your hair is starting to fall out
(like the black woman with
too much weave in her hair,
too many times to the chemically
straightened salon in her hair -
black girl lost it,
came back with curly hair,
an afro: what a beauty).
are you one of those hand cream junkies?
one of those
coming into classtime late with sunglasses junkies?
where'd you get those star girl?
are you one of those
pretend to act like you can't see me junkies,
threw this on in the morning,
change the colour of my skin type junkies?
pull out your hand cream in class,
at the coffee shop,
spend your money elsewhere;
this is getting obvious.
gross like the bald spots
on the front of your head,
over twenty and still not sure,
how to be a beauty,
like the afro woman head.
you're a beauty.
sunglasses are made to shield your eyes
from uv rays,
protect your cornea,
keep your sight together for old age -
like sunscreen is made to protect
your skin from the burning,
from roasting hot and red,
cooking, nearly boiling -
they were not made for vain endeavours,
like walking in late,
what a star.
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