Glamour Vs. Simplicity Poem by Noorie Ali

Glamour vs. simplicity

Jewellery, diamonds handbags new
Cosmetics, shoes, revolutionary view

Oh, she has it, now I must have it too
This is a petty little feud

She say this, she say that.
What, what?
What is thy catch?

Troubled finding the perfectly matched
My Gucci, my prada, my dolce n gabaña stashed

Definitive it is for it is a wacky Back race
A chase for revenge an envious rage, is a women’s maze
So much for the rampant case.

All it is, is a wavy faze
A mould of stuff
A range so duff

A material, to compound traits
A female that is staged

Only a matter of time then she will be rephrased
Named a cheap slave, so much effort, so little time

Her she thinks she is dynamite
Na not her the one on her right
O’H what a simple sight
Dubbed as purity so much modesty

A cloud filled with wool
As delicate and as a soft as a cushion
Her nature so clean
Her plainness is eye- opening

A multi dimensional imagery

A keen masterpiece.