Women put their selves on show,
A little jiggle from their front.They sway their hips, strut their legs,
And flash a golden smile.
Faces made up with expensive rouge.
Hair primped and fluffed for hours.
Stomachs growling from a lack of food.
All to impress some man.
Where are the innocent and the pure?
The woman with natural beauty,
With skin stretched by the hand of God,
And stomachs plumped from bearing children.
Where is the girl with hair simple and straight?
The girl who spent the morning helping her grandma
And not hours in the bathroom on herself;
The girl who bought the homeless a meal and not overpriced makeup.
Why must our sexy define us?
Why would we want to attract a shallow man who only sees looks?
It feels like women are bread for glamour and sex.
Our world is confused and demanding.
A women’s virtue should be the highest prize.
Her glow should be found from within.
She doesn’t need to be vain, focused on looks.
But sadly, she believes she does.
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Women Bred for Sex and Glamour
by Stephanie Daich
