Designer frames and Advil
Overly expensive heels
Long trench coats
Still can't hide what I feel
Overly done makeup
Exspensive weaves
Telling my self if I feel
Pretty maybe
I'll believe
But yet when I'm standing in the mirror
I'm naked
Looking at my self I hate my reflection
Less thinking more heavy drinking

So I'm sending blank texts hoping they could hear my silence
I'm broken but I'm drowning in high end designer
Room full of labels
That can't fix
My problems

Signed That Black woman addicted
To retail