My makeup is my war paint,
My dresses are my armor,
And my purse is my sword,
Yet you have the audacity to call me weak?
To say that all I care about is appearances?
Shame on you,
You couldn't be more wrong.
And soon I shall smite thee with thy own sword,
And walk away with victory.
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My Sad Poems
PoetryThere isn't much to say here accept I'm sorry if they make you cry or anything Q^Q
