Repeatedly I hear, It must be so easy!
To have the looks, makes everything so breezy!
Just don't be sleazy!
With a nice ass, you gotta keep it classy!
Where does that leave me when they can't have me?
Suddenly I'm trashy! .
Supposed to feel nice?
On your side?
As a decoration to your arm for the night?
So you can talk about it,
Brag about it,
How you coulda woulda shoulda had it.
But always seem to skip the part where you get mad about it!
Your chance of rejection,
You highly doubted.
In the midst of picturing this,
With your arrogance gleaming,
Basically hitting the ceiling,
Looking at me like I am only there to be pleasing?!
Think you're slick, disguise it as something else to make me feel needed.
Following the same old script.
Nodd and smile,
Shake my hand, and talk a while!
We'll discuss the duties,
Throw in a request for some nudes,
Thinking it'll lighten the mood.
Picture me in your mind, in all kinds of light of your choosing.
Offer me booze like I'm new to this movie.
Everyone has seen more times than a few.
I'd like THINK I HAVE A say in the way I'm portrayed,
but the sexual has evolved to inevitable,
All the way to the level of being expected,
So when I'm accepted,
I still feel rejected.
I'm overshadowed by myself without ever being exposed.
Only some will ever know.
Few can understand,
If they care to hear my dilemma at hand.
Like I can't be connected via network,
Because "you have to earn it yourself, or it's not really yours."
You can't accept an offer,
That wouldn't be fair to others.
You can't let looks be a factor,
That means nothing real, they'll ever see after.
Just a tease they'll think they can master.
Since you're a female, any guy that hires you, does so based on attire.
Few will see passed sexual desire.
So your acceptance implies obvious agreement and submission to your never spoken but assumed position.
I want to deny this could ever be right.
But, here are the replies to my cries.
Oh Julia! It's ....
Who you hang with,
You're too nice.
You shouldn't let them look you in the eye.
It's just your vibe.
You shouldn't smile all the time.
You gotta be meaner.
It must be your demeanour.
It's totally your attire.
Your skirt is too high!
You're just a ride at their park,
Getting lost in the dark.
Just so they can come and save,
By lighting your way,
Right in to their arms.
Silly bitch, who are you kidding?!
Tricks are for dicks!
And they got you SILLY!!
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Beauty: Deceiving Ticket To Not So Much Ease
PoetryI hear guys make the same old comments. "It must be nice being a female, you can have it all. Wish I could just bat my eyelashes and get whatever I want." Assuming that a pretty girl has things so easy. But with everything in life, there is a balanc...
