Some say
That to fight you must be dirty
You must have blood stains and tears
You must have callouses and a snarl upon your face
Your hands must curl into fists
And the only sound to leave your mouth is a
War cry.
But there is another fight
Shrouded with drugs and smoke and drink
Filled with side glances
And small smirks
With heels are sharp as any knife
And a smile just as deadly
And twice as cruel
They can cut you down before you
Even see them there.
So arm yourself with lipstick the shade of
Blood
And paint your eyelashes dark as the night sky
And prepare for war.
Minus the blood
and twice the smiles