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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