Caught Up in the Beauty/Body Psychology

by Trina Williams-Emigh

I slink by
Catching not an eye
Though I scream sex

So what is next?
Do I need to strip?
Bite my lip
And twirl my hair
Hell no - to me - a dumb blonde does not compare

But here I stand 36, 24, 36
A hard manís fix
Yet no takers

Sign the papers
They must be dead

My mama often said
ďGeorgia, one day your beauty goní be gone
Then what yo goní do when no oneís singing yoí song?
You needís ta stop behaving like ya crazy
And start actín like some kinda ladyĒ

I say ďmama you donít know no better
Donít hate me cause Iím a go getter
And Iím go get what I want
Even if itís my looks & body that I gotta flauntĒ

But that was then
And now I can barely depend
On a beauty that is fading fast
Mama said that it would not last
But to her word I did not heed

Now Iím a dying weed
Dressing myself as a flower
Hoping not to sour
Before I can milk another man

Iíve come up with a plan
To make the next one marry me
Iím tired of living in sin
This time Iíve gotta win
Cause Iím running out of time
Been past my prime

Somehow I canít seem to be kept
Just continue to be swept
Right out the door
Itís not like before
When it did not matter
Now even my ass is getting fatter

My last guy told me to dress my age
Stop putting my body on parade
Squeezing into tiny skirts
Stuffing myself into tight fitting shirts

So again - here I stand 36, 24, 36
A hard manís fix
Yet no takers

Sign the papers
I must be dead
Cause no one is trying to take me to bed

Caught Up in the Beauty/Body Psychology by Trina Williams-Emigh

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