She stares at her reflection.
She is upset. I hear her sighs.
She complains that she has
dark circles under her eyes.
She is also bothered by
the freckles on her skin.
She covers her "flaws" with make-up
as if she's hiding a sin.
Then she puts on some lipstick;
a shade of crimson that is bold.
I feel sorry for her.
She is only ten years old.