I found my shade of lipstick
and it was
Bright red
Blood on a dance floor red
Eyelids pulsing in a toxic twirling hangover red
I found my style of shoes
And they were
Sky high
Please look up my skirt high
I wore these to embarrass hookers high
I got my hair dyed black today
And it is
Under a bridge at midnight black
Roasted remains of a burnt crow black
I wore the best I had
but I was escorted from the building
The bishop’s way of showing me
My Sunday Best was not worthy
