Aye, miss. You sure know how to raise some color.
Your swaying hips with painted lips.
You splash some on and wait for the day when the color you wear will fill you in
and make you so
You dance so we can't see that all that you are is lines and tricks and
splinters from your mother leaving and your father slipping from the realm of reality.
You are lined but there are places where you don't connect so,
you can't be anything but
of a person.