Look At My Face

Long black hair, smooth with care, falling into place, clear skin, clean chin, every line across my face. Light blue eyes, neat disguise, no, I don’t need lies, long dark lashes, sharp clean flashes framing both my eyes. Soft pink lips, even tips, gloss applied just right, straight small nose, calm composed, everything looks right. Brows stay neat, shape complete, balanced on each side, head turned slow, eyes look low, glancing to the side. Do I look good? Yes, I do. That was never new, you looked twice, checked me twice, now I noticed you. Do I need praise? Not these days. Keep it short and clear, say I’m pretty, say it quickly, then get out of here. Look at my face, everything stays in place, black hair, clear skin, clean lines around my face. Look at my eyes, light blue, clear in size, long lashes, clean edges, framing both my eyes. You can stare, I’m aware, I already know, you can look, take your look, then you need to go. Call me fine, that is fine, your opinion’s yours, not mine, I know exactly how I look; I don’t need your sign. Eyeliner clean, sharp and even, drawn along the line, soft pink shade, neatly laid, blended out just fine. Cheeks stay smooth, shape stays true, balanced left and right, jaw stays slim, chin stays trim, proportions looking right. Jewels at my ears, crystal clear, hanging by my hair, gold at my neck, placed correct, everything is there. No forced grin, lips stay still, expression calm and cool, I don’t smile because you asked. I don’t follow rules. Do you like it? I can tell. You don’t hide it well, eyes come back, glance and track, yes, I noticed. Well? Want my time? Get in line. Looking doesn’t count, being interested in me does not mean the same amount. Look at my face, everything stays in place, black hair, clear skin, clean lines around my face. Look at my eyes, light blue, clear in size, long lashes, clean edges, framing both my eyes. You can stare, I’m aware, I already know, you can look, take your look, then you need to go. Call me fine, that is fine, your opinion’s yours, not mine, I know exactly how I look; I don’t need your sign. Hair looks good. Skin looks good. Yes, I checked it twice. Brows look clean. Eyes light blue. Everything looks nice. Lips soft pink. Lashes long. Makeup sitting right. Turn my head, check again. Still looks good tonight. Did you stare? Yes, you did. Did I ask you to? No, I didn’t. Still, you did. That sounds just like you. Do I care? Not a bit. Look and then be through. I already like my face. I don’t need you to. Look at my face, everything stays in place, long black hair falling clean around my face. Look at my eyes, light blue, no surprise, long dark lashes, clean black liner, clear blue eyes. You can stare, I’m aware, I already know, take your time, look one time, then it’s time to go. Call me fine, that is fine, but your praise is not required, I checked myself before I left. I like what I acquired. Look at my face. Yes, I know. You like what you see. Okay. Now go.