So mom told me " I don't know what we are going to eat tomorrow ".
I decided to leave my beauty
'cause I knew "Pretty" was going to keep us away from starvation in the next morning.
Tight dress, I wore.
9 inches heel, I wore.
Red lipstick, I wore.
Mascara
Blush
Mud or whatever the usuals call it " a Coverage".
I once heard " Pretty " makes you the centre of attention.
I heard that "Pretty" fills your pocket for a day.
I mean no jobs.
Lack of education.
What is there for me to have a profession in?
Millions spent to change streets that already have names.
Pastors don't practice what they preach.
Case documents missing
And Lawyers being caught in the middle.
Governments expanding their estates with the nation's money
Who are we to trust these people with our lives?
Who am I not to use my Pretty flaw to cash up?
Who am I to criticise, when I too is breaking the image of womanhood?
Yes, "Pretty" struck an *** of a man's eyes.
Boxers who can't read or write earn millions for a round.
I get R200 for a round
Battling with a stranger
Pretty smashes beauty.
Him winning the round
Me losing myself
Losing self-respect
Losing womanhood.
But still we had a something to eat the next morning and night.
My mom smiled not knowing where it all came from.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
So mom told me " I don't know what we are going to eat tomorrow ".
I decided to leave my beauty
'cause I knew "Pretty" was going to keep us away from starvation in the next morning.
Tight dress, I wore.
9 inches heel, I wore.
Red lipstick, I wore.
Mascara
Blush
Mud or whatever the usuals call it " a Coverage".
I once heard " Pretty " makes you the centre of attention.
I heard that "Pretty" fills your pocket for a day.
I mean no jobs.
Lack of education.
What is there for me to have a profession in?
Millions spent to change streets that already have names.
Pastors don't practice what they preach.
Case documents missing
And Lawyers being caught in the middle.
Governments expanding their estates with the nation's money
Who are we to trust these people with our lives?
Who am I not to use my Pretty flaw to cash up?
Who am I to criticise, when I too is breaking the image of womanhood?
Yes, "Pretty" struck an *** of a man's eyes.
Boxers who can't read or write earn millions for a round.
I get R200 for a round
Battling with a stranger
Pretty smashes beauty.
Him winning the round
Me losing myself
Losing self-respect
Losing womanhood.
But still we had a something to eat the next morning and night.
My mom smiled not knowing where it all came from.
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