No Make-up But Lipstick
 

So sue me, I thought.
This is good for me,
And I like it.
Hair arranged to no one style.
Lips that are ruby.
The soft feel of denim
Caresses my thighs
And cotton adorns my breasts,
As I pull the hem
Loosely skirting my hips,
And prop my sneakers
On my desk and
Write about what I want.
This is me.
This is who I am.
Sometimes at my best,
Sometimes not.
Happy to be boring . . ..

 

By 

Part of a poetry collect called,
No Make-up But Lipstick
Rhyme, Stanza, and Doggerel
For the Literary Incorrect
 

Nette Hyatt