Womanhood of the boudoir and the lush flowing dresses
Womanhood of the paint of colors for my face
And just the red poison for my heart.
I do it for you.
I draw these lines in my eyes with charcoal,
I brush glitter across my cheeks,
and I run the soft Scarlett across my mouth,
All for you.
You say you like the natural?
With out the paint and art?
You can’t handle the natural.
These dark spots and pimples will be too much for you, my dear.
These imperfections of dry skin patches and thin hair in all the wrong places will set you off.
So I paint and pluck my face
And I trim and curl my hair
And I come out clad in feathers and silk so you think I’m beautiful
And I twirl and giggle
And you feel so powerful because I do it for you.
I do it more for me too.