SNAKE.S.KIN
11.2.20
color correction, foundation, contour, lipstick
no not that shade. lipstick. better
brows, lashes, liner. liner? shit, liner. it’s okay. bigger lashes.
lash glue as liner? don’t they use coffee in prison? fucking eyeliner.
pants – don’t match the lips. it’s too hot anyway. when will it rain?
i want those shoes, unassuming mustard. they’re seasoned.
that’s click-clack of a woman used to standing on her toes. she doesn’t need to, even if she weren’t working out her calves, she could still
crush you.
fine, no pants, but garter. Maybe her knowing looks need a little help today. wish i had bigger tits, more ass, more hips, less waist. where the fuck is my eyeliner? thank god for latin thighs. now is not the time to be secretly ashamed to be grateful by the fetishism white people place on my thighs. i wish they worshiped our lives the way they worship my ass. that could change. they may change. that has to change. what if it doesn’t? what if white people win again? He’s not white, he’s orange. white people fetish colored skin.
not that lipstick — something deeper, something redder. a shirt that shows my arms, small arms, small body, let them underestimate.
the shoes don’t fucking match the outfit.