The Woman I am Becoming.
She wears lipstick when she wants to kiss a man, a condom for her mouth, a smear of glove to reduce the touch.
MaKe me pretty
MaKe me sweet
MaKe me a woman but be discreet.
Eyeshadow and mascara to accentuate her dull eyes, nail polish and jewelry to no one’s surprise, armour for the parlour, the tricks are all laid in.
Sex on the menu.
But not one man makes her come in.
A hollow thud.
A broken heart.
Beat beat the drum, ripped from the cowhide and the forest’s thumb.
Natural now-Naturalistic-this woman bleeds for invisible lipstick.
I know when my bangs are too long, I light them on fire and singe away the ends.
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