Painful Realizations
little girl, naive and sweet
playing with the pretty doll
still believing you can compete
in beauty's brutal brawl
but your hair isn't blonde
sadly, your eyes are brown
how could society be fond
of a girl without a beauty crown?
look at the other girls
their big bright eyes
and bouncing curls
too soon you'll realize
they have more value
still dreaming of true love?
silly little you
you're not what boys dream of
now you're grown and married
reality has taken hold
childhood fantasies all buried
lady, now you're just old
your husband loves the whore
up there on the screen
you can't pretend anymore
you'll never be a beauty queen
Copyright © Christy Stover | Year Posted 2016
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