Don't Blame Me

They first appreciated me, my skills , when I did my makeup,

"See the red blushing cheeks, pink plum lips,

No lines on her face,

Chiseled jawline

No smudge anywhere ."

"She is Ella, sent by her godmother 

With a troupe of pixies and fairies besides her dressing table, Sylphs surrounds the air... "

This makeup attracted also the men

I was somebody's Lily, someone's lotus 

Some said my eyes speak, some said these cheeks shimmered.

See I am so skilled in my art, my hobby. 

Oh! How much I thanked my foundation, my brushes, my eyelashes, and my lipstick! 

I added and added more to my collection. 

This too had become a part of my life.

One day I met a man

He was then, nice to me.

So I met him again and again 

He praised me and praised me and Oh what praises! 

He thought he won my heart through his praises.

Then I married him

My eyes brimming with dreams.

I was living a blessed life 

I thought I had everything I need.

Then the season changed, and I had no control,

His praises turned into questions, I never heard before. 

He blamed me and blamed me,

when other men would look at me,

He blamed and blamed me,

Whenever I used my makeup,

He blamed me and blamed me,

Why do I have to look pretty?

But today that he slapped me,

And the blood clot inside my skin,

When there are cuts near my lips

And two of his fingers have left its prints,

He softly comes and asks me to hide his sins,

He asked me to hide those scars with my makeup but it was my hand that shivered...

Where are my Angels today?