Dry.
Cracked.
Pale.
Chapped.
My mother once told me to put gloss over my lips so the pain will stop.
Vasilene,
Cocoa butter,
Shea butter,
Coconut oil,
"These will make your lips soft to stop the cracks" she would say.
As I got older girls started kissing boys.
They started carrying chap sticks in their clutches,
Hoping..
A boy will notice ,
That they will care about their lips.
So I too.
Put it in my clutch.
Until.
They noticed.
"Why are your lips like that"
"Like what" I said.
"Pink"
"Oily"
"Who are you try to impress?"
As the words would start to swarm
"El nègrà"
"Nègrà"
"Nègrà"
"Nègrà"
So I would throw my oils away...
And cover my lips with...
Lip gloss.
