She paints her portrait with cosmetics
Trying to redo unnatural aesthetics
Whilst espousing women's issues
Until she's outed with a fuse
She fights with her sororal nature
Awaiting the eternal rapture
Shrouded amongst homogeneous folk
Unleashing her frustration when provoked
She picks on her silver harp
Like she eats a baby carp
Carefully gripping at both ends
Money blown on restrained spends
She succumbs to the spell of love
As below and up above
On every aspen that flits by
Miss calls back for a female lie
© 2023 [StarlahMantra] Candice Chan
