Today she will go out.
Brushes and shades lead to wide eyes in the mirror.
She slips on her wedges, slips out of the house and takes off.
Bass thumping, 80mph of pure freedom, she’s anyone she wants to be.
It feels good to be alone.
6 speeds of revving engine at the light, she feels eyes upon her.
A 10 second hold.
Slowly outlining full lips with her favorite colors, she winks, blows a kiss, and the light turns green.
It good to feel beautiful.