Stop applying all this make up, and see that you’re beautiful as you are. When will you wake up, and start to love the reflection in your bathroom mirror? You’re beautiful inside and out. Can I make this rhyme any clearer? Stop worrying about what Kim Kardashians doing, reclaim your mind and become a product of what your own hearts pursuing. If only you could see that your mind has been breached subliminally, your self consciousness would dissolve most definitely. Your heart and mind could flow through the river of infinite possibilities. You see, you’re told what to look like through your tv screen, shown what’s acceptable to be, and your mind and body follows this unquestionably. It’s rooted in womans desperate need to feel loved, so blinded that you’re never able to see above the illusion. Some nights it’s like you should be locked up in some mental institution. Falling for the wrong men, stuck on the same path. I just hope that with this pen, I can show you you’re only getting half of what you deserve. So take these words like a scrumptious o d’oeuvre. Ingest them, and let them sink in, then throw out that fuckin eyeliner pen. Don’t be afraid because you’ll start to be noticed by the real men that I can promise you. Because what you can’t understand is that the real men are almost out of fuel. They’re dying for the real you. So wake up and be thankful for who you are, and don’t worry about what the other bitches will think. They’re like a den of pit vipers; rise above the snakes. You are a queen so act like it, and do what it takes, because you deserve yourself a king for heavens sake.