What Is It That You Are Trying To Solicit? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If I had nothing else to believe,
When nourished as a child...
So happy am I,
I had not been encouraged to be deluded...
By a perception that my physicality...
Was the only reason I had been given the gift of life.
And my existence was to receive compliments.
With the expectations to thrive on them to survive.

So many live from day to day,
Concerned about their appearances.
With nothing else to offer or to give...
But a donating of a consistent ego.
To then seek confirmation,
From those who are equally obsessed...
With the addressing of their shallowness.
And offended by those who do not take notice.

'I don't understand it.
My weave flows.
My eyebrows are arched.
And my butt is tight and bubbled.
Why can I not attract attention? '

~How much more of it do you want?
What is it that you are trying to solicit?
A husband a pimp or a circus tent? ~

'Thank you for your encouragement.'

~No problem.
That's why I am here.~