You compete for male attention
Thinking it'll fulfill you.
Each glance, each comment
Just fill you up more and more.
Every comb of mascara,
Every spray of hair,
Your cat lined eyes,
The soft beige dew upon your cheek,
The paralyzed pucker of your lips,
The motion in your hips,
The way you forget to zip all the way,
That fine crease beneath your collar,
Four inch heels to feel a bit taller.
All for them but none for you
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