Because the lipstick didn’t disappear. It was still there.
The burkha covered her skin, but it could not cover her spirit. The lipstick was her secret, a flag planted in the private country of her own identity. She was hidden, yes—but she was also brighter than anyone on that street could possibly imagine. burkha under my lipstick
The Hidden Dreams of Bhopal: An Analysis of Lipstick Under My Burkha Alankrita Shrivastava’s 2017 film, Lipstick Under My Burkha Because the lipstick didn’t disappear
And I am the woman who wears a slick coat of crimson lipstick over a mouth that prays for forgiveness. burkha under my lipstick