Lipstick by Manasi

What is it in that bold rouge, that delicate rose, that electric blue
that makes people wear it on their lips –
their connection to the world, the deliverance of their words,
their vocal identity?

Let me start again. 

What is it in that bold rouge, that delicate rose, that electric blue
that makes you think this is me,
this is my real identity?

You said
‘the deep red lipstick on my collar reminds me of you’,
but hell no, I’m not going to accept
this misrepresentation of my virtues.
If you judge me on my lipstick,
I could judge you on your cufflinks, your watch, your shoes,
But I’ll be labelled a gold digger,
Because materialistic are the women that you want
to follow you.

In this age and warped society,
the word ‘judgmental’ has been overused.
Societal norms based around business – school
‘face – value’ of the ‘products’ us humans have become.
The misguided magazines advertise the ‘confident’ pink,
May I add as a footnote,
to hide the lips that have been anxiously bitten for years?

I wonder why the world just can’t compare
a chameleon’s spectrum of colors to human nature.

 

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