She puts on her eyeliner like she’s going to war.
Lines, blacker than black, to fortify her resolve.
One look at the finished product, and you know where she stands-
The thicker the line, the more frightened the girl.
Lately she is afraid.
Always ready for battle, with thick black lines, slightly winged…
As if to say she’s got this, but could fly away at any moment.
Her eyes sometimes betray her fear.
But her eyeliner is solid and true: unchanged by oceans of tears, holding fast…
Those perfect lines are not her crutch.
Instead, they are her vitamins.
Eyeliner certainly doesn’t make the girl, but for this girl…
Eyeliner gives her strength.
It is her armor and her battle cry.