By Dorothy Atkins
Santa Clara County Branch, California
While searching for the perfect face
I found suntan, beige, warm brown and brown
They all looked the same
Never the color of me
My lips longed for ruby red, deep purple and pink
Only to find an array of colors with orange undertones
Never the color of me
Eyeshadows of dusty rose to glitter pink would surely
Make me glisten, but not the color of me
An added bonus, buy one and get one free
I dusted my face with the one-shade-fits-all and walked away with a gift bag as treats
Never the color of me
Eyebrows and eyelashes by Cover Girl and Bobby Brown almost
made it happen. Still not the color of me
Surely, with the many hues and faces the right ones would come along. Still not the color of me
Not to fret, my dear Painted Lady
N95 masks have set me free
A surprise ending that I did not anticipate–what a clever poem!
Thanks so much Dorothy for the humor & the positive attitude towards the ‘new normal’
A smile from this poem made my day.
Thank you for that very fine chuckle.
I enjoyed Painted Lady, and the surprise ending is so relevant. Thank you!
Dorothy, a good poem that says a lot!!
Love the humor, Dorothy. I felt the same way when it seemed like I wore a mask everywhere for two years. No need for any make up at all! I enjoyed this one!
Nancy Haskett, Modesto branch
Ha! I don’t know why I even bother with make up anymore! This poem is terrific.