Angry

She gnashes her teeth and rages at the way they look at her. 

Staring at her like she a piece of meat.

Well f**k ‘em.

She’ll give them something to stare at. 

She’ll paint her face with their blood and crush them beneath her feet.

She is not some toy to be passed around.

She is a monster with painted skin and red lips ready to kill all who think she is easy game.

Guess what? She’s not.

She is no ones to command.

Go on, try.