Toast to that Just Right Lipstick

Red nail polish that also sparkles
And that just right lipstick -
They stand out just enough
And pretty too
Like my hips 
The ones he holds onto
When we’re making love.
Women do many things men do
But they do their own things
Some dive into books
Playing part in solving mysteries
And undergoing dramas
Of injustice.
I love to love and get love back
I want his attention
All over my shape
My hurts and wounds 
And spending time making me laugh.
Drama muds through my veins -
Part of the core of who I am
Slow-going and thick
Like a hot summer day
So she makes iced tea
Or strawberry lemonade 
With fresh fruit
To make things more acceptable.
Women tell things
Some bare all
Others keep secrets
Still others hide altogether.
Life is a maze
It's interesting that way
“Okay” we tell ourselves
Everything is okay
With yesterday and today
It’s all spilt milk - 
That part that wasn’t a success
That part where I got lost
So she raises her glass
And toasts the womanhood within herself.