unFair

So you stop dead for a second to check me out,
My broken burnt nose,
My orange hair showing my roots,
My split ends and uneven haircut,
My five quid-a-shoe sneakers
My zip undone, my nails bitten down,
My trousers splashed all over with ice
My shirt dipped all over in cream
My yesterday’s bra starting to smell of me,
My last week’s knickers waiting for you to make ‘em drop
drop down to the knees,
My socks taken from a pile of laundry,
My guts and soul ready to be sold
to whoever needs another piece of gratitude,
My patience to be tested by egg in my teeth,
My false leather to be ripped apart by your gaze,

And you judged that little voice of mine,
You deemed it unworthy of your time and nerves,
And one glance down my top into my bosom,
My cleavage, told you to back off that swimmer’s back of mine,
And the stubbles on my legs and under my arm
only assured you in thinking “how the hell was I so wrong”,
So you take my strength, my perseverance and my pride with you
as you buy that bottle of beer,

Get your ass back onto your high horse
And let the knights swallow you whole.

MJ 6/24/2010