Her

As you are forced with a smile
as you pass me on by.
 
As you smirk and you laugh
and you gossip and lie.
 
Is that all?  What it makes you?
The real you I see 
 
You’re a fake with a front….
I am real….I AM ME!
 
And if I had a choice….
wonder which I would choose?
 
If I picked myself first
I am sure you will lose!
 
Though you think you’re so great
not sure what you may see.
 
But you’re fooling yourself
fool yourself…you can’t me!
 
For I figured you out
when no one could attest
 
But you buried yourself
hung yourself, none the less.
 
For a time when you thought
no one could touch a hair
 
It’s the gray that you hide
you can’t hide what’s in there!
 
Does it make you feel big?
Does it make you feel “hot”?
 
Cuz, you’re short and you’re fat
“Hot” you say?  NO, you’re not!
 
Need to step from the stairs...
you can climb as you may;
 
Climbed up 3 steps last week
Fell down 4 steps today!
 
Yet, you seem unaware
Like you don’t hear them say
 
Hear the whisper and laughs….
“You should go now, not stay”!
 
Cuz your negative thoughts
Ugly tone; you are heard
 
People think you’re pure mean
Really B***H! is the word!
 
For whatever thought,
You think you know it all.
 
While you’re stuck in your chair….
5 feet wide; 4 feet tall.
 
So, take your fake front,
Take you big backside too…

Take your man and ur car
Now your friends, just a few
 
You can’t take your s**t tone….
And turn up your fat nose…
 
Cuz you think you’re the s**t?
Your man does, I suppose.
 
A pair made for you both;
Like a glove, you both fit.
 
Well….cuz you’re just a B***H!
And your man’s ALWAYS lit!

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