My Looks Poem by Betty Lee

Love me for who i am, not my looks
Hide no more i can't, say no more i want
Adding me to your list, which aint that much
Just a figure of speech, just a sensitive touch

I am not a bitch
i am not something you hold
i am not a saint
i am not something you mould

Good dishes i make merely read from a book
Not much things i can do, but i know how to cook
Good people i met merely just want my body
Bad people i see merely just want to party

There seems in times we share
but been in times we care
My heart is always fragile
But thats not a decal

I am not sure if i can find
my fantasy right guy
i cannot predict my fate line
Maybe in next life after i die