Conceal Me

The way I wear my hair.
The clothes draped upon my skin.
The shape of my nose,
The nape of my neck,
The skills I possess,
The potential for sin.
Use heat to hide the curls,
Paint to plump my lips,
Open up my eyes,
Disguise the double chin.
Pull fabric round my waist,
A chain around my wrist,
4 loops to trap my fingers,
All prim, and neatly trimmed.
With dainty shoes,
A smile on my face,
A flash of white, cos god forbid,
You ever leave a trace.
Of caring for oneself
Without the input
Of the Human Race.