Lip Liner

I come from a gangster lean, oldies soul, lip liner, type of revolution.

Tequila bottle paired with strange faces "Para El Dolor" type of environment

Fighting for "La Raza" beating the odds, dismantling the system, boys will be boys, keep your legs closed type of days.

Smoking those trees, enabling those fumes type of dreams.

Don't be a "coqueta" but have nasty old men looking at you like prey when you're dressed like a boy.

Only "Putas" wear red lipstick by the way,

But hey don't forget to embrace the curves us Latin women have... whatever that means.

Man my momma always said, "don't fall in love with a gangster"

But I'm in love with that ride or die gangster type of slow song my heart plays when I hear your name.

Don't sing your words, long your vowels, have your accent to thick when you speak...

but darling stand your ground, never back down from a fight, control your anger, ride it out, being a single mother is not that bad remember that...

Take pride of being like your mother and as shady as your father...

It's exhausting growing up in an oldie soul household.

It's exhausting growing up Hispanic but not looking Hispanic, but I'm privileged with a washed up heritage...

Yet I always get the " you can't take the hood out of the girl" but you can mask it with brand name trends.

Yet I have to continue fighting for my rights, just stand down from the cops, don't fight them baby girl, them LA cops are like soldiers remember your hoop earrings tatted arms are enough for them to stop you...

so tone it down love play like your brothers but keep it like a lady...

Man all this oppression is like a cry for help, for the color of my skin.

- JossyFlowers 🌹