You go each day
working to the bone.
Helping others,
yet feeling alone.
You don't get to do
what the other girls do.
You go each day
playing the role of a tool.
You can't see the beauty
in you glorious face.
You long for attention
from someone who longs for space.
Well, you're Porcelain, girl.
It's who you are.
Your shiny exterior,
reflecting your inner star.
You try to deny
the hawtness you contain.
But that killer bod
can drive any dude insane.
Don't get started on the mind,
sharp as nails.
Ooo, you so fine,
you pass what others fail.
You are strong and pure,
but take no bs.
And you never clown me
for playing my ds.
I know you days
seem dark and bleak.
But no matter what,
you still be on fleek.
From head to toe, Porcelain,
you are truly a star.
That's why everyone can't help but love you
for that bad chick you are.
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The Life As A Doormat
PoesiaThere are people, in this very world we live in, who let people walk all over them. They always hold the door open for others; always say "Bless you" to sneezes; letting people cut in front of them; etcetera, etcetera, etcetera... Well, I'm one of t...
