Dad's enemy

My lipstick glides across my lips away from my dad's fist.
The lipstick is as bright as
sparkly as the sun
my lipstick sneaks on me as it steals my clothes just to irritate my dad
my lipstick looks like it's had a rough day
My lipstick feels like my sweet from running away from my dad
My lipstick smells like cherries after all that wow!
my lipstick could be a make up artist.