Pretty Myself Up
Spent 2 hours on this here hair of mine.
PERFECT.... Not a hair out of place.
Curly long lashes, blush, liner, and lipstick,
accentuating the contours of my face.
Oh... then there's the baddest outfit money can buy
and yes shoes to match... with heels so high.
"Man" you can't tell me I ain't fine
Yea I see you lookin wishing I would call you mine
Pretty on the surface....LOOK DEEPER
But this is just the outer me
the shell I make up and cloth
My inside is what you cannot see
for it is not that bold.
The inner me likes to lounge around in my pj's
and eat chips as crumbs hit my lap.
Leaving them there asleep I fall,
zzzzzz!!!!! A much needed nap
I dream freely and comfortably,
looking different from head to toe
Just a cute lil outfit, and a sexy, sassy fro.
This is the real me,
you just don't know.
All natural face
clear of stores make-up and shine
my profile without these extra's
makes me more beautiful and divine.
My heart and soul
caring, loving and kind
well seen by others when given the time.
So to pretty myself up,
sure... I dress up the outer me.
But my real beauty lies deeper
only with your heart you will see.
PRAYER MEDITATION AND
A WARM LOVING SOUL.
Is how I pretty myself up daily.
Copyright © Tamara Dunston | Year Posted 2013
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