Red LipstickA Poem by E.Potter
I wore
red lipstick the other day and felt beautiful for the first time in years. The bruise on my eye didn't matter. I put eyeliner and mascara on and made eyes at the mirror like I haven't done in years. I pinned up my hair, I celebrated me. Victory rolls for my victory dance, "Yes We Can!" I felt free, I felt sexy, all thanks to a tube of red lipstick. I think I'll wear some again today. © 2014 E.PotterAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 3, 2014 Last Updated on November 3, 2014 Tags: Red lipstick, freedom, happy Author
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