Weight of approval
Staring out through the
Corners of my eyes
I see you judging me
That’s right,
You and you and you
Looking at my blonde hair
And big boobs
Already deciding what i’m hiding
And its something called
Ridicule of you
Judging me based on my looks
Regarding my face as
As nothing more than a tool
That gets me good jobs
I’m pissed at you for thinking
I’m nothing more than a body
So today, i’m claiming my potion
Has always been in my esteem
thanks for nothing
while I fight you off
plaguing me with your distaste
and disgruntled behavior
i’m sorry you’re not as pretty as me
But its time you get over it


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