Paint It Red Poem by Leria Hawkins

Paint It Red
Date: March 18,2013

Some sit high on their glory throne
Livin' out lies and tossin' out stones
Upping their nose to the likes of me
Pretending they're all that they ought to be

They push through the crowd, aflashin' their cash
Turning their cheek on us poor white trash
They rollin' their eyes like I wasn't there
And if I speak to loud, I'll be gettin' their stare

They keep spyin' at me, a'wonderin' how
I keep smilin' in spite the sweat on my brow
They whisper ‘round like I ain't paid my dues
But they couldn't stand a day in my shoes

I hear'em fuss, ‘bout how hard they work
With a sideways glance and an uppity smirk
Discounting my grind, like it has no worth
Like I was defined as defeated from birth

But looks ain't always as they appears
They sippin their wine, while I'm drinkin my beer
Still….a drink is a drink and a vice is a vice
The only difference here…is the asking price

They dressed all demure, but my color is red
From my scuffed up heels, to the top of my head
And the clothes that I wear, don't mean I'm brash
My eyes they sparkle just as bright as their flash

What's really important, their money can't buy
I ain't got a penny, but you don't see me cry
My success ain't measured by what's in the bank
I ain't prayin' for favors when I bow to give thanks

They can keep their cars, their diamonds, the fluff
Cause I'm living just fine, and for me it's enough
I still have my fun, when the weekend comes round
I'll be struttin my stuff; I'll be paintin' the town


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