Slay Queens and Brazilian Butt Lifts

In pursuit of curves, some choose the lift, A quest for beauty, a transformative shift. But amidst the surgeries, a deeper tale, A journey where self-love might set sail. No judgment for choices, the paths we take, Yet ponder the reasons, the risks we undertake. Society's pressures, perceptions we bear, A world where self-worth is laid bare. South African souls, playing a role, In the pursuit of beauty, losing their goal. Attachments for love, a side hustle unfolds, Prostitutes and marriages, tales to be told. Relationships falter, lost in the void, A nation sickened, values destroyed. In African hair, judgment is cast, Weaves worn proudly, but shadows are cast. Obsessed with material, souls for sale, Range Rovers and Mercedes, a tempting tale. In pursuit of dreams, they trade their core, Yet later, reflections bring insecurity ashore. Selling bodies for riches, a path they tread, But marriages suffer, innocence shed. In the mirror, they question love's essence, Forgetting the purpose, losing their innocence.