Women, women everywhere
Walking around with their fake hair
Getting dolled up for a stare
While their souls remain bare
Make up, make up all the time
With out it they won't be fine
Where will we draw the line
Fakes, fakes all I see
This is not 'Beut' to me
Why is any thing less considered "B"?
All the women seam more like dolls to me
Woman, woman everywhere
And I will admit I stare
But not at the so-called beauty, no I don’t care
But at their souls that still remain bare.
by Michael Knight
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