She was a Doodle Woman

To everyone she had no face-

No gleam in her eyes, no smile on her lips,

No complexion, nor grace.

No one could see her beauty,

Life for her was quite hard,

Although she knew she couldn't be seen-

Invisibility was her guard.

It is said that the Doodle Woman hides

So nobody can hear her cry,

But only the Doodle Woman knows

That this was not the reason why.

If you asked the Doodle Woman,

She would tell you to come near,

For this was the reason why, this was important,

This was something to really hear.

The Doodle Woman would tell you her past tales

Of happiness and not woe-

The time when she was accepted

Because of her complexion and her glow.

The time she revealed her deepest emotions

Was the time her personality was erased

After society destroyed her true self

Through vile judgement and hate.

The Doodle Woman lost the gleam in her eyes,

The skip in her step, the sway of her hips,

The boldness of her speech, the kindness in her heart,

The smile on her lips.

The Doodle Woman wept

For the revelation of what was revealed,

But then the Doodle Woman realized something

And her tears were slowly concealed.

The Doodle Woman picked herself up,

She rose up on her feet,

Her head held high, face stripped of emotion

She steadied her racing heartbeat.

You may have stripped me down, she said,

But you have not stripped me of my soul

No matter how many times you push me down

My heart will still be whole.

Your words may have saddened me,

But through the hate I have risen up.

Revise me as you wish-

The water will still be half full in my cup.

So seize my deepest qualites, do your worst,

And store them on your shelf-

I'd rather have no face at all

Than mask my inner-self.

And to this day, this beautiful day,

As the Doodle Woman remninsces with a sigh,

She walks past the awe-struck faces

With her head held high.