notice

My mouth is a flat line and not
An invitation to draw on red lips like
A measure of my patience, boy it’s
Metered by the minute I don’t
Care what your friends told you about
Women like me we aren’t
Here to hold your hand or
Steady
your
nerves
The colours that stand out in the wild
are usually a warning.

I wrote this as part of National Poetry Month this year, when I participated in a challenge to write 30 rough drafts of 30 poems in 30 days!

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