What's Lipstick?

What's Lipstick?
By, Nicole Bonura

I grew up plain.
Two Story house. Christian faith

I spoke words
Simple. Short

I went to school
Red cheeks. Tin lunchbox

I was hurt
Skinned knee. Bruised knee.

I thought about
Playmates. Play-dates

I loved
Dogs. Dolls.

I feared
Monsters. Heights.

I was.


I grow up slowly
It's beautiful to be young.

I speak abnormally
"Momjeanz". "Kittyroo".

I go to school.
Red cheeks. Tin lunch box.

I am hurt
By the wars and brutality religion and faith have brought.

I think about
Who I am and who I will become.

I love
Folk music and it's raw honesty.

I fear
Growing old with no one to love.

I am.