My Red Lips Bleed

Finding Inspiration in Every Turn

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A poem for you. What are your thoughts, What do you think this narrative poem is about? Comments Welcomed.

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My Red Lips Bleed,

as I GO THROUGH MY DAY,

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My red lips bleed

Thinking my thoughts silently.

My Red Lips Bleed

I sit agathist

listening to those who think I care.

The one that likes to belittle, destroy and devour one whole.

Still I Sit silently ,while My Red Lips Bleed.

Nobody knows what I think, feel, but internally the behavior is real,

The hostility that one feels toward me is what I feel.

My Red Lips Bleed

As I sit silently to the one trying to devour and kill.

My Red Lips bleed with words filled with knowledge and advice.

My Red Lips Bleed to say I know you are one to look for a response to your ignorant rants

Instead of asking questions to solve your trance.

My Lips bleed for I will not bow down to that.

I will sit silently,

My Red lips bleed nauseously, as indignant words are spilled,

Wondering have you looked beside yourself ? Do you know how unappealing you feel?

But not saying a word, I sit in silence my mouth shut nauseously. while My Red Lips Bleed.

Perhaps you should Speak up to those who may be ignorant that are out to devour and destroy.

Maybe they will need your guidance and the Red Lips will bleed no more.

Author

Brenda Prowell Blue​