CREATIVE EXPRESSION AT MY FINEST
Dressed like a dancer from an Egyptian bar.
Heavy makeup like Hatshepsut,
but she has been stripped of status and class.
Her eyes bare no story as she is all show and tell.
She owns the night.
She starves in the day.
An addiction to the glam has only faded her eye shadow.
She will forever be a Cover Girl.
Only she lies in the covers of men who steals girl's dreams.
She is heavily intoxicated with rum that coats her lips.
Her hips attempt to sway, but fall short of a move.
It captures the attention of disease, trickery, and risk.
She takes the bait as it reels her in.
She is washed up, but mascara still strong.
Her body attempts to talk for her as men plead their case.
A professional she remains since her mascara doesn't smear.
Remember she is a Cover Girl
Creative expression at MY finest.