Wear My Self
Born a beauty
A stop ahead market crowds
A dear to candy stores and painters
Then I got the curves
Life behind is much
Masks are up and neat
They flirt me help me on need
Eyes are priced
Smiles legs and soul
Yet never gathered
Never one
Any bad a brother a husband even a dad
Are receivers of fruits
When rich they win
When poor they are shy and helpless
Steeling a lady is no sin
Just tell her sweet oh sweet you are the best
Then pay back a help in kitchen
Or a model champ one minute one day
The love I have to find
Troubles are to find me
My job is tough
Their job is easy
Am I attractive
Do you want to be me?
poem by Samir Mekkaoui
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