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War Paint.

 

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By Leila Hussein.

 

I woke up today and felt like a Bitch Warrior.

I got up today and put my Bitch Warrior makeup on.

Black eyes.

Back the fuck up.

They say it’s war paint.

And it is,

sometimes…

Sometimes it’s love paint

and sex paint.

And pretty nature,

‘look-at-those-leaves-I-wonder-if-I-could-re-create-them-on-my-eyelids’

paint.

Sometimes it’s creation paint,

and elation paint.

Sometimes it’s design

and conquest.

Sometimes it’s awe-inspiring shine,

look-at-these-eyes

kind of paint.

But today it’s war paint.

Why?

Because there are some unsavory characters

on the periphery of my life.

I don’t want them in my life,

But they are here,

for a time…

Have to pass them in the hallway of my life,

on the way to hope’s door

And so…

I cover my eyes all in black today,

not in mourning

but as a celebration of my Lioness ways.

As a message to stay the fuck away.

An attack of color to disarm them from their attacks.

Like a tiger.

I stand back,

and dare you to come closer…

If I had a balaclava

I would wear it.

Never felt the urge until today,

I swear it.

I’ve had enough of being intimidated.

I can’t stand in the road

while you reverse the car,

anymore…

It’s not in me

to lay down today.

What’s the worst that you can do to me?

Fix some broken bones with tea leaves…

Pain is just that.

Temporary.

I don’t believe in fighting,

until I’m fighting for myself.

Then I know I have the right.

Fall back.

Think again.

Now proceed the right way.

I’m a Bitch Warrior.

Can’t touch these bones today

I will do whatever I have to do

to feel safe.

Today I am of bitch,

of feathers.

Of paint etched across my heart.

A solemn promise

to protect my own well-being.

To come at many,

and whisper at few.

To nourish the rising sun in me,

and cut down the falling tree in you.

So come on, lunge toward me

with roar of hate.

Not today.

Not today.

I am a Bitch Warrior…

*****

leilaLeila Hussein is a Poet, Writer, Songwriter, Artist, and Designer based in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Her passions include Dance, Music, Yoga, Cooking, Art and Design. She still doesn’t have her driving license yet knows how to fly a plane. She hopes to answer one essential question with her writing – in the words of Nina Simone ‘Do I move you?’. She loves the feeling of being connected to her own heart and to the world at large, believing in the healing powers of love, laughter, music, people, inspiration and creation. She is partial to a bit of Eddie Izzard — any time life has become too serious and she needs to be reminded to laugh. She loves acting like a kid, tries to laugh and let go of fear often, goes on swings occasionally and has been known to dance outdoors sometimes, mood permitting. Leila provides bespoke Poetry services, Poetry Art and Jewellery made from recycled pieces through her website. You can follow more of Leila’s writing, creations and services there or catch up with her on Twitter.

 

 

 

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