Alter Poem by Henry Styx

Alter



She painted her face with colors diverse
For her skin truly was a curse
Patches lighter, like a missing verse
So she carried her paint around in a purse

With paint on, boys wanted her
Without it, the same boys called her slurs
For everything that they prefer
Could only happen if her body was altered

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