They saw our red lips
and cast us as villainess
despite the bruises
on our skinny wrists.
They called us sluts
and witches for daring
passing their eyes over
necessity staining our hands.
We are the ones who wash
and care for you we are the
witches who lanced the wound
and dared to wear swords.
We are your lovers, red in tooth
and nail. We are your witches
when there's curses to make. We are
the red-lipped villains.
We are the women who dare.