That
Before I left the house
I had a chat with my mirror
To get feedback on my blouse
And guess what?
So loyal of the mirror
It revealed answers I hadn't put questions for
Rubbed in my face was the cold truth
That
My camouflaged complexion is too uneven
Looks like the art of a mediocre painter
Are my knees and elbows that dark
that you say
Charcoal puts them to shame
That a dog's lousy eyes are nothing
When one comes across mine
That I need
a nose job, liposuction, breasts uplift, lasers for my stretch marks, botox, appetitos, extension of my hips and back..and lord knows what else
Ohh what a pleasure it was
Talking to the most blunt mirror in the world
Not to mention how sensitive, helpful,considerate,sweet and not brutal at all it was
such that
I forgot where my presence was being needed
My sneakers couldn't collect my direction
All they could create was friction
Sending me back to bed
Where dear subconscious decided
To give my mirror a piece of its mind
So is that all you see when my diagram stands before your page
Are my imperfections your only perfect area of
target
Do you by any chance mean to say that
What really matters
Is the right amount of botox and not my confidence
The right shape as to how I should draw my eyebrows and not the right shape of my life
That I starve myself for an English body
What you commonly refer to as a "beach body"
Yet I have the slightest idea of what an ocean/sea is
When I can't even access a swimming pool itself
What exactly are you telling me to be?
Western when I'm southern
White when I'm black
Do me one favour and let me do me and be me
Cause therez no chance i'm being all that!!
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