As the young and naive woman grabs her small, dark tube of Maybelline mascara

She doesn’t take a second glance as the inky color spews out of the pink and green embellished tube

The smell of perfume begins to erode the room

As she gently begins to twist the cap off of the smooth cylinder

To apply her classic everyday look.

The black mascara paints her delicate eyelashes

It boasts its potent powers of impactfulness and greatness with its writing on the side

Like boldface text making critical information stand out

The mascara enhances her eye features

Transforming her into the calm, collected, and carefree woman

She desperately wants to portray

As she sets out for the dreary day.

But this small,  insignificant applicator

Has much more power than it deserves

When it transforms the girl from who she is

Into the more pleasurable individual she strives to be

Why does the darkening of one’s eyelashes make her more desirable?

Why does a black marking around the eye breed so much self-confidence?

This idealized version of one can only go so far.

Until it smears

And fades

Into the typical girl in a troubled world

That she tries so hard to conceal.