Messy hair,
Baggy clothes.
My appearance may be bizarre,
But my thinking glows.

Smudged mascara,
Faded lipstick.
Trying to keep up my tiara,
But I’m a little pessimistic.

Five-inch heels,
Bright red dress.
My attitude is my appeal,
My knowledge is what’ll get you possessed.

Not saying that I’m perfect,
Not saying that I’m the best.
But just be careful,
My success has gotten you oppressed.