Do not fear the wrinkle.
A line upon your face?
It cannot hide your beauty
Nor mark your inner grace.

Do you believe a wrinkle
Is carried like a weight?
Zeroing your value?
Narrowing your fate?

Why did our liberation
Fail to make us free
From losing our face value
As we get elderly?

Confidence was easy once,
Before we learned the lie
That feeling good about yourself
Was something we could buy.

You think confidence left you?
You fear it’s gone away?
It’s there, it’s merely buried
Deeper every day.

It’s buried under adverts
For products you don’t need;
It’s underneath the make-up;
It’s killed by corporate greed.

I wish that you could see yourself
The way that I see you
When you’re smiling at me;
You’re beautiful.
It’s true.