Woman
Perplexed, complicated
That's how men say it
For a woman so complex,
A beauty so abstact that's full of reflex.
Each is different, a one of a kind
Or so we wish so we wouldn't mind
How we look, how we act
'Cause sometimes it's hard to keep tact.
Without curves, we're flat
A little excess, we're fat
Now you wonder why we're vain
Can't you see how you made us insane?
You wanted a beautiful superficials
An ideal so artificial
We aren't made to satisfy you
We have flaws we're forced to hide too.
'Cause being different is a faux pas
We follow trends to feel pretty, huh!
It may look fun dolling up
But insecurity is always in our cup.
With plucked brows, puckered lips
And preppy clothes and shinny clips
We look pretty but mind messed
'Cause a woman's brain is a chaotic nest.
It's okay, it's okay, don't fret
We are women who knows no regret
We're an ardent and stunning shambles
So don't worry, don't grumble.
Perplexed, complicated
Yes, I admit we are a bit shaded
But despite all, we stood proud
Because we are women for crying out loud!
-sdjm
9:10 p.m
23Jul2017
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Love, Life and Insanity (Hiatus)
PoesiaJust a collection of my random thoughts in poetry form. #61 in Poetry as of August 18, 2017. The highest rank so far.
