Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Said that black lipstick wasn't flattering
Once I sat on a jetty with my feet in a predator-fish infested water. It was a dare.
I was born this way. I should know better than trying to change.
They used to be concerned. They used to feel sorry for me. I used to see worry cloud their eyes like Los Angeles pollution clouds the California sky. I was a lost cause even then. It was much worse than they ever could have known.
I dreamed about wild horses, dark waters and dark boys with eyes that could suck the light out of any room. Any day.
I wrote letters. Typing away until my wrists were aching.
Still, they just worried and worried. Said I changed too much. Said that black lipstick wasn't flattering on nobody. And not scar tattoos either.
I've always done it my way.