Slaying is On My Mind

I thought to myself

50 plus poems about me, what is one more?

So, now that I have acknowledged my self-love

Let's dive into this poem

Sometimes

When I close my eyes

A beautiful image rises

Of a made-up face

Flawless, snatched

The kind I imagine would attract a gaze

Or two

She looks good boo

I say to myself

The eyes are the colour of the sky

A shimmer and a matte

Catching the light just right

They are hooded by curly and dramatic falsies

Crowned by well-gelled penciled brows

And boy can those lashes fly!

These black wings are flying high

In this vision,

My face is a mask

Golden undertones and eye-catching highlights

Who is this girl?

She is me but she is not me

Gasp!

The lips are glam,

Peachy and shiny like candy

I bet they taste like gum

Fresh, sweet and bang!

In this half-dream

A mustard jumpsuit hugs my figure politely

Showing off some collar bone and one shoulder

It is well-trimmed and pristine

Something a drag queen would kill to own

Down south

Is a snakeskin clear mule heel

The toe is pointed, classy and ideal

What more can a girl ask for?

Up north

I’m wearing a sleek bun

Something only you could see on a Vogue magazine

And to wrap it all up is a pair of statement gold earrings with pearls

I look good, I feel like a star

In reality

A full made-up face doesn’t seem right

A designer mustard jumpsuit is many many dollars away

Clear mule heels I’ve got, they aren’t snakeskin though

Sometimes, I almost achieve that sleek bun on my natural hair

I have statement gold earrings, but I need new ones!

I am a material girl

But unless I win the lotto

I have a million other things to do before I fully invest in slaying

So, for now, I am content to slay on the inside

Before I can slay on the outside as per my dream