Wear My Self

Born a beauty
A stop ahead market crowds
A dear to candy stores and painters

Then I got the curves
Life behind is much
Masks are up and neat
They flirt me help me on need

Eyes are priced
Smiles legs and soul
Yet never gathered
Never one

Any bad a brother a husband even a dad
Are receivers of fruits
When rich they win
When poor they are shy and helpless

Steeling a lady is no sin

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poem by Samir Mekkaoui
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