By: Chelsea Hays
I wear red lipstick like armor
It’s a wine stain red
Almost the color of what love is suppose to look like
But doesn’t because that is only a drunk love.
The red lipstick makes me ready for battle.
Battle of the thoughts in my head screaming.
The people on the streets calling and degrading my every step one by one.
My red lipsticks makes me feel strong.
Strong enough to stand up for my injustices, for my faults.
That is until I get home and it smears off just as easy as it was to put on
Than I am not battle ready
I am just this scared, sad, worried little girl again…
But still the next day I put on my armor ready for battle.