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What Makes Us Girls

What girl doesn’t like to be looked at in that certain way?

Taken or not, it secures her worth in men’s eyes.

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

 

What girl, in her bleakest hours, doesn’t dream of her white-wedded day,

Yet enjoy the way a man dotes on her and hopes to pry?

You can dream of me, you can love me, but you’ll never have me play.

 

Being wanted and the allure of wanting to play

The mating game when it is most forbidden, when it becomes a lie.

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

 

What could be better; the lifelong friendship of a diamond that never fades

Or the allure of longing gazes and the heavy sounds of men’s cries?

You can dream of me, you can love me, but you’ll never have me play.

 

Toy with them by night and tear their hearts out by day,

There’s nothing more satisfying than knowing that you’re mine,

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

 

Playing an unacknowledged game, we’ll never pay,

This is what makes us girls and this is what makes us fine.

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

What girl doesn’t like to be looked at in that certain way?

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Prima Donna

I once dreamt of everything that glittered like gold. Now I

Swim in pungent perfumes and flush furs and what must they think,

Those onlookers? My Louboutins commanding attention as they stab concrete, it

Feels so fabulously light, to view the world from Versace rose-colored glasses, those outsiders must

Be green. And my world is green; filled with green and silk Hermes. What a world to be

Living in where you sparkle under Swarovski chandeliers and float on marble, so lonely;

Crisp Benjamin’s are my army; Battles to

Be won; a prima donna reigns with glitter, gold, diamonds, and cake and must simply be

Fabulous; nothing else is better than living like a God.