Yesterday you asked If I was done painting myself Unsure of that question I did not answer But today I can confidently reply Yes, I was done Painting myself for the day Today is a new day I will paint myself again It’s a daily ritual I associate with my femininity Daily I paint myself For when I look in the mirror I see raw beauty Like a skilled painter I enhance it Armed with my make-up palette And my face as the canvass I sit before the mirror And start to paint Like spices and condiments Add flavor to food My paintworks Enhance my beauty A little foundation To smooth the complexion Some shadow on my large eyelids So they look like awnings Over the windows of my soul A dab of lipstick To enhance the pout of my lips A touch of blush To make my cheeks flush Some twizzing of the eyebrows Into a permanent arch A brush of powder For that polished dry look And finally some spray To make the look stay And I’m done for the day Now I can go out For all to see This human work of art That is me! By Matilda Moyo 29 August 2010

Africa

A Human Work of Art

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