The Uniform of Youth

I’m struck by your natural beauty
As you sweep onto the train,
Loaded with bags,
Dripping with rain,
Windswept,
Bedraggled,
Beautiful.
You don’t look like the rest.
You’re special.
Freckles bring your face to life,
Make it dance with every gesture.
I try not to stare.
But I envy your youth and your beauty.
Then,
You reach into your bag,
For another bag.
A large clear bag
Full of creams and brushes.
You tip it onto the table between us,
Tubes and tubs roll into my space,
Powders dust the table.
You catch my eye,
Mumble an apology,
Embarrassed.
And then you begin.
Rapid, deft movements
Betray practised actions.
Your hands become a blur
Reaching for this brush
And that powder,
And applying them expertly.
With each brush-stroke,
More of your freckles fade away,
More of your uniqueness is masked,
More of your beauty vanishes.
You become
Normal.
Plain.
You look in the mirror,
Satisfied.
Now, you look like everyone else
And it pleases you.
You leave the train
Wearing the uniform of youth,
A spring in your step.
I feel a deep sadness.
And mourn the beautiful face,
That brightened my morning.
The Uniform of Youth - a poem by Pooky

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21 Responses to The Uniform of Youth

  1. Gilding the lily…..too bad the natural beauty is lost. This is a poignant little poem about a big issue.

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  2. haticedogan says:

    hi i love you’re blog and I have a beautyblog myself too! it would mean the world if you checked out/spread the word/followed me ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. How true are these words Pooky, so they all look the same. sad isn’t it.

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  4. wbdeejay says:

    A great poem Pooky, such a sad observation. I’m glad that you first saw the visible spark of the real person later concealed. I guess this ties into many of the issues that are close to your heart.

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    • PookyH says:

      Absolutely. I guess it’s why I see what others might not, but it made for a sad start to my day (though I knew from that moment it would be my poem and I couldn’t wait to write it though the only words I had were the title which was what I jotted down as an aide memoire and would probably better fit a different poem, but I liked it.

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      • wbdeejay says:

        I’ve always seen so much, that other’s seem not to. Even seeing other people notice little things too but then quietly shy away from them. Whereas I will sit up more boldly, recognise, try to acknowledge it, where I can. Often times bringing my observations to other’s attentions only to have them nullified, leaves me wondering whether people don’t want to face knowing or whether they just believe in a very different reality to mine.

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      • PookyH says:

        I think it’s probably a bit of both. I find the same in ‘real life’ but online there are often more allies. I think it’s easier to be honest from behind a screen?

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      • wbdeejay says:

        Yes it is! And I think there can be a greater focus of like-mindedness people online, which also enhances honesty. Although I understand there are plenty of fake masks (out of fear?) just as in real life. But my BS detector is quite good. I can pick a scam email instantly or a dodgy Wikipedia entry ๐Ÿ˜‰

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      • PookyH says:

        I know what you mean. Many people I’ve known for years face to face I’ve got to know far better once I don’t see them every day and communicate online though I think it’s partly now that I finally talk more openly about my own challenges. I can’t expect other people to be honest if I’m not I suppose.

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      • wbdeejay says:

        I suspect it’s your latter openness which effects greater truth in people around you (even if just telecommunicating). There’s probably something in there about similar energy levels attracting – if I was into that sort of thing ๐Ÿ˜‰

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      • PookyH says:

        I think that’s probably very true. I’m often quite open with strangers when I’m running supervision / reflection courses for youth workers or similar and they often end up opening up in return which is a similar thing I think…

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      • wbdeejay says:

        Yes, very much the same situation, but in a different situation, errr know what I mean?!

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      • PookyH says:

        yes.. I know what you mean, clearly you knew what I meant too which was remarkable given my lack of coherence.

        Perhaps we stop typing and just communicate via telepathy?

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      • PookyH says:

        uh huhh
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        !

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  5. Otrazhenie says:

    Wonderful poem. So true. Unfortunately, so many people lost ability to see natural beauty ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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    • PookyH says:

      I agree… I see it all around me and am no better myself but this just made me feel a deep sadness.. I often find myself thinking about the lives of the people around me on busy trains. I guess I’m just nosy really!

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  6. mtanub says:

    Reblogged this on writhewriter and commented:
    awestruck

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