Lipstick
I lick it off It dries my lips It tastes like wax It makes me feel garish When I choose a bright color Like walking lips Surrounded by a body My mom liked bright pink Coral, or cherry red No eye makeup Just lipstick I wear lip gloss With a soft tint When I remember It doesn’t last I used to wear eyeliner and mascara But not lipstick Not any longer Now my face is unadorned, invisible Some women use lipstick as armor A shield A uniform to don to face the world Not me I am in awe of those who face the world With perfect paint And perfect hair And perfect clothes I would worry if my lipstick was on my teeth Instead of on my lips I would smear it around my mouth and look like I just took a bite of something bloody Perfection Adornment That’s just not me My lips are bare Comments are closed.
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