On the mornings
I woke up angry,
I would put on
a thick layer of eyeliner
before I left for school,
eyelids streaked purple,
a violet horizon backdropping
the contour of my lash line.
I wore my makeup
like war paint
as if to send the message:
You cannot begin
to comprehend
this darkness I carry.
It is not an energy
to be toyed with.
I am not to be toyed with.
Don't you DARE **** with me.
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