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Sharita loves Make Up
Sharita was running out of make up on this strange night
She had put turquoise and purple in her hair all right
Her eyelids were painted a lovely grayish blue with dazzle
I need more make-up she said, so I can dazzle razzle
When most people are getting ready to go to bed
Sharita is painting her hair, and painting her head
If she was bald, she would put a mural up there
She’s unruly and fun with the wildest hair
My mother never let me have any make up she told me
We were from a church that said let the devil be
My mama thought lipstick was a horrible sin
If she saw me now, she’d not let me in
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
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