'
Is beauty in the eyes of the holder
When one does not own beauty,
In a world of adulterated gorgeousness
Created by mocked grimace of make up.
'
Beauty is no longer attainable
For it is now a creation,
A creation in the citadel of cosmetics
And dehumanization of human wastes.
'
Beauty is a farce forced
to live in dreams.
As anyone can be a dreamer
Cursed by change
Hidden by lies.
'
Beauty is dead.
For only its ghost patrols the street.
'
If you look at the mamas passed
And look at the Cinderellas passing,
You will see beauty lies.
'
Beauty died burning before it worn out,
As even wrinkles no longer feel natural.
'
Years and age of fake beautiful lies
Pictures, a toy in China shop
Beauty now cries out for sale
In a market of dolls!
'
@ K-net
# ghosts_of_reflection
Maiduguri
May 21, 2016

At least, this poem got me somewhere years back in a poetry competition. Someone should critique it for me, please.