A woman of integrity
I am Not
I paint my lips the color of winterberry’s
Not within the lines
Bleeding onto yellowing teeth
Corse laughter
Head thrown back
Aging howling mouth
Unashamed of careless indifference
I will sleep with a man without knowing
His name
His intentions
His profession
I lie
For the person I can become
Frightens me
I lie to protect myself from agony
For I am breakable
When I drink, I cannot stop
Heady beer running down my chin
I drink to become drunk
To forget a pain I search to place
Pain that once shattered
I love blindly
Kissing the broken fragments of
a person I do not know
Because I have lived sorrow
I try
For the person, I may become
Transcends who I have been
A woman of integrity
I am Not
A person
I Am
Lauren Holton
I feel this so much. “of the nature of women nothing final can be known.”