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God gave leopards spots Zebras and tigers stripes Hyenas fur and fangs Lions a bright and gilded mane But humans have but their skin Pale or copper, thick or thin Veins and white blood cells Bare feet, bare of claws How then, are we expected To show the dangers we possess If not gifted with fangs or fur? If only given soft skin? My ancestors in the Americas Painted their skin with bright colors Palms red with berries and Faces covered with the designs of their gods I am but a teenage girl A goddess in no sense, a weakness My force upon the world no greater Than the force of a worm in dirt I have no thousand year old dyes No golden mane of hair but Bright berserker eyes and a force of will like gravity I have glittering lipstick My own brand of warpaint Against all things that make me Feel small, ugly, and worthless Do you see this? My warpaint screams I am not your victim I am not your weak, disgusted little girl I am a warrior You can not have this This body is mine This body is strong This body is me And instead of fading My warpaint seeps into my skin Becoming what I am A warrior, at war
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 8:52 AM UTC
Warpaint
God gave leopards spots Zebras and tigers stripes Hyenas fur and fangs Lions a bright and gilded mane But humans have but their skin Pale or copper, thick or thin Veins and white blood cells Bare feet, bare of claws How then, are we expected To show the dangers we possess If not gifted with fangs or fur? If only given soft skin? My ancestors in the Americas Painted their skin with bright colors Palms red with berries and Faces covered with the designs of their gods I am but a teenage girl A goddess in no sense, a weakness My force upon the world no greater Than the force of a worm in dirt I have no thousand year old dyes No golden mane of hair but Bright berserker eyes and a force of will like gravity I have glittering lipstick My own brand of warpaint Against all things that make me Feel small, ugly, and worthless Do you see this? My warpaint screams I am not your victim I am not your weak, disgusted little girl I am a warrior You can not have this This body is mine This body is strong This body is me And instead of fading My warpaint seeps into my skin Becoming what I am A warrior, at war
March 14th, 2014
kay-peebles
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 8:52 AM UTC
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