In contrast to using flower petals on our faces, we address inner ugliness as we have refused to accept ourselves, tainting our authentic image and have chosen to hide and adorn ourselves with what we want to believe is beautiful.
I fear what we have become, unknowing of what’s to come
Our existence undone, our souls succumb
Bruised characters, so we shun
Realness ain’t the same, reality is addressed as a shame
My image I disdain, as fame is the root of what we entertain
But what is the truth, being real or me?
Is it what I see on the mirror, what I envision myself to be or is it what the rest see?
Am I my actions, my dreams and fantasies?
Could we be defined by our pain, past, present and unknown future?
I keep self alive by sharing emotions that are inferior to the world
Hiding from delusions that attack my sleep and happiness that I seek
Ugly and dead inside, I adorn self with flowers for my daily funeral
Concept and Direction : Alexis Nereah
Photography : Royce Bett (the.frostographer)
Muse : Afro_minimalist + Alexis Nereah
Theme : Duality