
Pluck, primp, curl, pull, suck in, stick out, gloss, frost, floss, mold, die, trim, tweeze, polish, tie, sprit, spray, paint, shave, remove, stuff, lace up, diet…
But don’t forget to breathe.
Anything to stay pretty.
Surgery can fix
Whatever God missed.
Replace the old with the fake
Swallow every pill you can take
Harness your assets and make them shake
No one cares about the money you make
Don’t worry about your mistakes
Just stay pretty.
Crunch and run all night long
Force yourself to love that thong
It doesn’t matter if it feels wrong
Just listen to all the radio songs
Because the only way you will belong
Is if you just stay pretty.
No matter how much work you do, no matter how much love you give
It will never be enough in this world unless you do it all while you are pretty.
Feel free to cry but don’t let it run
Shield your face from the sun
Count the calories one by one
Because when it is all said and done
Life is never any fun
Unless you stay pretty.
Ignore the pain and hide the scars
Conceal the rest and seal the jar
We never knew it would be this hard
Six years old playing in the yard
While Mommy took the credit card
And shopped to stay pretty.
Dear Lord, Why couldn’t I have been a boy?
But don’t forget to breathe.
Anything to stay pretty.
Surgery can fix
Whatever God missed.
Replace the old with the fake
Swallow every pill you can take
Harness your assets and make them shake
No one cares about the money you make
Don’t worry about your mistakes
Just stay pretty.
Crunch and run all night long
Force yourself to love that thong
It doesn’t matter if it feels wrong
Just listen to all the radio songs
Because the only way you will belong
Is if you just stay pretty.
No matter how much work you do, no matter how much love you give
It will never be enough in this world unless you do it all while you are pretty.
Feel free to cry but don’t let it run
Shield your face from the sun
Count the calories one by one
Because when it is all said and done
Life is never any fun
Unless you stay pretty.
Ignore the pain and hide the scars
Conceal the rest and seal the jar
We never knew it would be this hard
Six years old playing in the yard
While Mommy took the credit card
And shopped to stay pretty.
Dear Lord, Why couldn’t I have been a boy?
3 comments:
Sooooo....when do you get your own book madam?
Dope and an inspiration to get the years poetry started...Thank You
sick. that was pretty sick. you just made me so happy that im a boy. great poetry. thanks for the eye opener.
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