My dear, drop that brush
Right there in your hand
What’s that coloured stick in a tube?
Is that mud in a little plate?
Since when did you become an artist?
Is your face the drawing board?
Are your brows too bushy for you?
Keep down that blade and listen to me
Let me teach you what beauty is
Use that brush to dust your heart.
And that stick to paint it pure
So your sins shall be as snow
And beauty shall knock at your door
Where’s that mud in a little plate?
Give it to the dogs, my dear
Don’t you know it goes with the day?
Come possess beauty that never fades
What’s that shape you keep your lips?
And those flowers I see on your head?
Pout? Snap chat? Is that it?
Use those effects on your mind
And see if beauty won’t live in you
See your fingers as long as time
Blue, black, green? Just on a hand?
Can’t your heart be more beautiful?
Why not try the word of God?
You skip meals? Oh! Heavenly Lord!
This child has gone so nuts
Eat, my dear and exercise
Anorexia is not a trend
Come back here, you little prat!
Is that shorts or pants you wear?
Your thighs are such an eyesore
Even if they are stunning to them
When you turn my age, grandchild
You’ll understand why I chide you now
All these things shall fade away
But your character shall stand by you
Work now, love, and build your heart
Because that is where true beauty lies.