Sunday Lipstick-Miles Laroque
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I wear it on Sundays now —
though you once said pink was more my style.
You’re not here to raise a brow,
so I lean into my wile.
You liked me soft —
all hush and lace.
But I’ve grown bold
since you gave space.
The city stares,
but I don’t care.
This lipstick’s mine to wear.
Let sermons go
and neighbors talk.
I’m dancing down this block.
See this hue, my mellow dare?
You liked me soft,
all hush and lace.
But I’ve grown bold
since you gave space.
The city stares,
but I don’t care —
this lipstick’s mine
to wear.
though you once said pink was more my style.
You’re not here to raise a brow,
so I lean into my wile.
You liked me soft —
all hush and lace.
But I’ve grown bold
since you gave space.
The city stares,
but I don’t care.
This lipstick’s mine to wear.
Let sermons go
and neighbors talk.
I’m dancing down this block.
See this hue, my mellow dare?
You liked me soft,
all hush and lace.
But I’ve grown bold
since you gave space.
The city stares,
but I don’t care —
this lipstick’s mine
to wear.
