Born pure, as God has made us, we take a step into this life,
First youth, then school and education, only to find yourself under the knife.
You search for fame, respect and recognition,
With those fake eyes, lip-gloss, and “cougar” mission.
You draw attention with your rife,
But nothing more.
The end result is not what you’d expected,
You’re left with feelings deep affected.
The man you dreamt of is long gone,
And all you’re left with is a conn.
But you’re to blame as this is what you have selected,
When you forgot how pure you were.
Forget those companies, which strive for your donation.
Creating trends that women follow,
Not knowing that it makes them hollow.
Forgetting the true beauty of God’s creation,
Applying more and cutting more.
The Hauls at Mac, Ulta or lest Sephorá,
Are full of lead, benzyl, sulfate – a true Pandora.
Beware, use shea butter, chamomile and walnut,
So that you face will be like a younglings butt.
Much better than to spend a fortune at Bora Bora.
Each woman is a beauty and we should know it,
Use natural cosmetics and keep fit.
And then a ton of followers will stalk you,
With other women envious of your accrue.
More light your body will emit,
Rejoicing in this fake world.
You are a beauty and you know it,
A shining model full of wit.
Make others envy,
They’ll know you’re trendy.
Something life them will not permit,
As something lost cannot be regained.
One’s beauty is not something to be gambled on,
As once lost the bearer becomes an object of men’s yawn.
Such women seem to have been cloned,
But in reality they all have been owned.
In magazines and other communiques.
Be beautiful and stay alert,
Men love us for what we are and not what we assert,
This will make our life as full of colors,
As one would think of as unheard.
The bottom line is love yourself as no-one would.
