Under

Under
Under this mask
Can you see my lies.
Under this dark skin
Is there a skin more tan?
Under these covered eyes
Can you hear my battered cries.

Under this uncommon beat of the heart
When you can't find the rhyme to start.
Under these zits and bumps upon my face
Do you see that empty space.
Under my truths
Do you see my youth.

Under this sassiness I can't control
I, think I still know my role.
Under this independent queen
Why am I still in search for a perfect King.
Under my two broken hips, ribs, and my busted lip
Oh, it's my fought I tripped.
Under my pressure of being a good wife
I am in a struggle to do what's right.

Under the struggle of being beautiful
I lost my true qualities.
Under my short hair
Do my dreams and goals even compare.
Under this colorful mask I wear
Oh no! here I am.