You have a gift like no other,
Getting hurt by your so called 'lover'_
For the beautiful girls out there getting used _
Mentally, emotionally and sexually abused_
There are scars, not on your face.
But your heart is bruised_
So you tempt to hide it in the dark,
Praying you didn't leave a trail of clues_
A curse or a blessing?
If only you got choose_
Your beauty is your curse,
Being treated as a muse_
Cursed by a blessing,
With Body language wrote in cursive.
Open eyes to this world,
That's a show with Closing curtains_
What is life to you girl?
And What am I to you now?
Searching for love,
just to find out it was only a Visage_
All that Make up on your face,
Covered by an impenetrable mirage_
Surrounded by friends,
Who think small... But Live Large_
Your brain is a maze, and amazing.
Their's are just a 2 park garage_
So shallow, a lot of fellows say hello...
But marriage material? Hell No!
Are you though? I'd guess so_
Looking like a princess,
These guys want you trapped so...
If you become a mommy(mummy)
You'll be cursed like a Pharaoh_
Cursed by society,
You are blessed physically_
But you have a cursed life,
That you apparently live for free_
You deserve to be a Mrs.
So you get missed so Miserably_
I spot you, you're never missed.
You are witnessed so vividly_
But if you need a smile girl,
you can always visit me_