I showed my leg first,for the cameras to shoot, then I waved my hand for the crowds to hoot
The limousine was white and so was I,the real me beneath was about to cry
My make up was a mask , to hide my beauty
all that was left of me was public booty
I made my way to the Awards ceremony
I could hear my peers gossiping between the cacophony
I received my award with all my pride
chiding my so called "fake" tears to hide
The true appreciation was lost somewhere between the audience clapping
I could only see eyes rolling , dreaming desires they were mapping
No more was my face lauded,only my cleavage was applauded
Kisses on the cheeks were invites for a night
Not something uncommon for the people of the limelight
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Immortal Imperfections
PoetryThese are poems celebrating the foibles of humans and the blemishes in life.
