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poem_048_Infamous_Lipstick
First day I saw it, I fell in love with the stick.
I told my parents they immediately said, “No”.
So I knew if I wanted one I’d have to be slick.
But it took me a few tubes of my own though.
The first was me and too much wearing.
I wore it everywhere any chance I had.
I’ll admit I did it to myself. I was being daring.
That’s how I pushed it with my mom and dad.
They didn’t like it they saidit looked ugly.
They limited my whereabouts to apply it.
So when I wore it I wore it smugly.
But soon even this they wouldn’t permit.
The last straw with the stick and my father,
Was when I was going to wear it to a bf’s house.
He said he was going to put an end to the bother.
He said he would no longer would take the rouse.
It was either the stick or I wouldn’t seen the boy.
I watched as he threw it away money in the trash.
But that tube of lipstick was like a decoy.
I had to sticks that I brought in my stash.
I bit a girl at my school for reasons I won’t say.
I couldn’t go out or use the phone.
Everything black was how I was to pay.
So my lipstick was at a postpone.
I eventually bought a new stick wearing it at the mall.
I wore it one time around my sister and she told.
She only told my mom and luckily we didn’t brawl.
I only wore it with friends so my lipstick I still hold.
I had left my lipstick out where my dad could see.
I knew he trash it as soon as I looked away.
So this was to be lipstick number three.
And when I woke up it was gone today.
I thought it was funny cause I knew it was going to occur.
I didn’t say anything and I waited till he left for work.
I thought about things he hid from me and where they were.
And then I started my investigation and lurk.
I found my lipstick and it was in an obvious place.
It was under the comp desk in my trashcan buried.
I put it where he wouldn't find it and laughed in almost disgrace.
Why such an easy place when there’s harder that varied.
Inspired by: / Dedicated to: My dad and our fight over black lipstick
Created on: Jun 23, 2005
