I strutt my stuff
On high heeled shoes
No time to give up
I don't want to loose
I eat a salad
For breakfast, lunch, dinner
Sure I can gloat
I still need to be thinner
From turtleneck sweaters
To barely there unders
I stare 'till I'm tired
All I can do is wonder
Wonder why I'm doing this
Walking a catwalk for a living
Exposing myself
To anyone willing
Everyday continuous
Backstage before the show
You'll see a fellow model crying
Because she was told she had to go
So here's a lesson to all of you
Girls, there's something to learn in here
If you are ever looking for employment
Never model, dear.
. And it flows pretty well too. Technical comments/crits greatly appreciated.
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I had to do a report on Anorexia, and it was just awful, reading about models who died because they hungered so much. x___x
And, beautifully written, aswell.
I think the last poem I wrote went something like this (in 4th grade XD):
There was a bunny
he was a honey
he said to his wife: We need money
Lol. XD
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Nice little poem of yours
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i hope you hang yourself with your h&m scarf <333
life is there to be LIVED, not to be watched from a distance.
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