iamaprettygirl

writing

I am a pretty girl

I am a pretty girl In a world afraid of pretty people Fear that being pretty means More men want to fill you up with babies Make more pretty people

To inflate the population With more celebs So that plain women Will buy more make-up

And more magazines Scratching to get where

I am

I am a pretty girl Have always been A pretty girl Don’t know ugly at all

So pretty once Some fourth grade boys Held a bet to see Who’d be brave enough To grab my shorts After a afternoon of Pooh Corner Lessons on Bad touches

So pretty once An old man at Kroger Put his hand on the back of my skirt

And told me so

--I was 12

So pretty that once A kid gave me a Bottle of Nair As a spring break Going away gift

Told me to Get rid of that mustache So Id be hot enough For him to have

(The liquid burned half my left lip)

So pretty once I spent 7th grade In flannel shirts Baggy pants Skirts sagging to my knees

Un-pretty girls Screeching out

Boy-fag-whore

On the bus

Cause the guys still wanted to

Nocturnally

Emit On Me

Cause I was a pretty girl Not just a pretty girl

Worse A castrated boy Id be talking about

Ehtnocentricity And reading Lord of the Flies

While the other girls

Stripped the pages of Cosmo

Bare Of all pretty faces Down to articles

On Rate Your Mate Don’t need no

Pretty magazines to Con-trast me

I am a pretty girl So it doesn’t matter No matter what I do Someone out there Will wanna do me Right(?)

Because there is no such thing As sexual harassment

If you’re sexy

So sexy that The scuffmarks

On your flat loafers

Your Filas

Your 4-inch heels

Tremble with it

On the streets Cause pretty girls aren’t Sexy

Sexy Is something else.

I am a pretty girl I am afraid To walk the streets Because someone will hear The cracks in my beat

And whistle back Or grab at my ankles One day I’ll be walking I’ll be running I’ll be stepping out to pick up

The paper Or the mail

Or mail my dissertation

And someone will mistake sex For yes

Yeah, Sex as in gender Gender being female Female being made most of all To say Yes

And I am a pretty girl

So yes seeps out the corners Of my pouty lips

YES, WHAT?! I am a pretty girl

Yeah, I am a pretty girl Who says NO every day

No so loud it drowns out the Spring in my stroll

No so loud it breaks the sound barrier

Echoing back my new name

I am a pretty girl My name is

Five letters long And I wont say what it is

Cause I am a pretty girl And pretty girls don’t speak

Pretty girls are body parts White linen Ab-stains

Tangled dangling desire So soil that

Soil that

That would be a

Well not crime Not rape Not wrong

I am a pretty girl

Opening my mouth Means I’m asking for it

And I talk A lot Aloud Just like this

Men’s mothers hate me I make their sons terrible

Hue-mans Evoking all 7 deadly sides I talk so much I make them do Terrible things Things they’d never do

To mom,

Nobody’d ever do that To Mom

Moms are women Men want to fill with babies

And I am a pretty girl See, they’ve gotta shut me up

Or I won’t help make more babies Otherwise

I’ll be Jezebel I’ll be back-streets

I’ll be adultery

My image will break up homes

Homes that haven’t even Been built up yet

I’ll be a wrecking ball With nice legs

I’ll be powerful I be powerful

I am a pretty girl I am tearing them down

Thrashing at brick and siding with my eyelashes

I am threatening the human race I am forcing the men to stop running And the women to chase my heels

I am a pretty girl Pretty means prize A prize can’t play the game I can’t play the game So, I’m not playing the game

I’m just talking trash

I am a pretty girl talkin trash

commentating it all over your MVP predictions

struttin Astroturf

stickin out tongue ugly

In you face.

Shayla Lawson 2001

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