April 01, 2020

Red Lipstick - d'Verse Poets





She does not know her strength 
When I met her first time wearing her red veil
Shouting against oppressors 
I did not know they existed 

She fought for woman, workers, poor people
and children in need. I was exited.

With her nothing was the same, 
What she did, say and act for 
made no sense to me
Just lots of anger
and more anger

But I cared, even when she became red 
Screaming for better life for all of us. 
I learned that her redness was her statement
To make someone's blood boil

Her friends blamed me,
I needed her strength for fight 
With me she glows, then she make me smile
Right before she puts on her red lipstick 



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It's been 3 years since last time I posted something on my blog. I missed d'Verse Poets. This time we are celebrating the color RED. d'Verse Poets

For more see  My Old d'Vers Poems

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