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You said you didn't like lipstick
I didn't wear any
But I bit my lip
Until it was flushed deep red with blood
And tasted better
Than your satin skin ever did
Fierce and low budget do not belong in the same sentence
But that was my predicament, the low income dilemna I was stuck facing
My parents said I don't need to be flawless
I need God because of my flaws
Rush through the hallway
Head down
Books clutched in my hands
Pressed against my chest.
Don’t make eye contact!
Don’t let them see your face.
Good.
Now keep going.
Not too fast!
Women are more than just pretty little things;
We are genius, we are classic, we are the female kings.
So when someone says being smart more than pretty just isn’t right;
Well, let’s just say I do get very contrite.
