Between my eyes, a zit
Makes me a lady all the more
Bright and sore
Stood real and tall
A concave pride
Hollows, they coast below the sight
Burrows who pool with
Frowns and smiles
Look to the crows
Who wrinkle and know
The woman that squints
For a chance to show
A chance when the cheeks bloom
Like mauve streaking vessels to
Challenge, my brows
Fire their arches through
Looks that shoot in turn
Unlike with care, they burn
Unlike in style, repugnant inside
A face off for heroine times
