Witness my evolution
In a colored streak upon my lashes
Flaming a brilliant blue
Chosen apart from all the others

I remember in my costume
She drew a line, cold and slimy
On my eyelids as I held my breath
Curled tips of lids and lips

I looked in the mirror
entirely pleased with my disguise
transformed into something beautiful
into something else for a night

Then I hated it, it’s basic pitch
I’d eye the winged wind in defiance
Charcoal lines imitated on a thousand faces
I deterred it’s shadowed standardness

I prefered instead
The barren truth
Uncovered, unpowdered, unmarked
naked and natural beauty

Until you
And your deep nightly shade
A bold shock of cobalt
Struck twice upon my eyes bright

I looked again in the mirror
Reluctantly smiling at my eyes
Transformed into something different
By a poignant pair of feathers

Crippling the sooty wings of all the rest
Henceforth I painted with cerulean strokes
Riding the streak to its tip
Upon the point from which I see the world

Under a shade of blue
A glow in my eyes dare
To strike out as a different color
Witness my revolution