Every morning

I   set  

my tools out in 


of me.

  I prepare myself for what 

i'm about to do. 

  I start with my hair.

A  l   o   n   g  dark brown smear.

  I follow with my eyes.

A  l   o   n   g  black streak.

  I go  down to my lips.

A thick red stream. 

 Last but not least, i throw on a

s                 e

    m    i     l

I look in the mirror 

i'm proud of my


                 And i'm out the d o

                                 o r.








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