Supermodels Are People Too Poem by Hebert Logerie

The long legs, the long eyebrows
The short skirts, the absence of bras
The silky hair, the flat chest
The short nails, the long nose
The small hole, the long toes
And they fail to wear their Sunday’s best
Supermodels are people too.

They eat like the exotic pelicans
They walk like the rowdy drunks
Who kicked the old beer cans
Next to the illegally parked vans
Supermodels are people too.

The angels of the nights
The exquisite sights
The retired pimps of the streets
They refused to eat the hot beats
Who shed blood not tears
The walking style of the hungry deers
Supermodels are people too.

All men want one
All men want to win
The sugar daddy behaves like a teenager
Who is not afraid of the lonely stranger
Supermodels are people too.

They grow old occasionally
They belong to a special crew
Sometimes, they forget to be pretty
At the carnival, they jump and dance
In the middle of the crowd, they dropp top and pants.
Supermodels are people too.