Woes of Beauty.

Caught up in a long gaze, their eye balls dance

in excitement as she carves a beautiful smile in

imitation of love at first sight.

He strips her naked in his mind while admiring

her physical beauty, thinking about how he is

going to fuck her brains out.

He isn’t interested in getting to know her but

what he is going to get from her.

 

 

She’s like the caffeinated flower that keeps bees

buzzing around because of the caffeine laced nectar.

She’s the moving vagina laced with a swansong;

their own version of a nectarous mystery they wish

to devour. Vultures salivating!

Onward sighing in anticipation for a future meal.

 

Men lust and gravitate towards her physical beauty

like hyenas out for a quick meal.

Cunning men oil around the floor as she sways her

hips from side to side.

Eyes sore and drooling over her instead of listening

to what she is saying.

Pouring out her heart, exposing her soul to an

audience that only cares about her external façade.

 

 

She’s a victim of disrespect and constant abuse.

Whistling at her through the street, groping her ass

in public, baseless sexist comments and provocation.

A beauty turning their heads instead of their hearts.

She’s the woman in the picture frame that they are

only interested in jerking off to, the moving sex

billboard on a hot day.

She’s a convenient distraction, eye candy, the best

optical nutrition and bet on a night out with the guys.

The best midnight snack at the Motel.

 

 

Lost in confusion, misconception embroidered from

fleeting compliments, favors and gifts from different

men because of her beauty.

Constantly caught up between honesty and truth.

Drifting in the arms of a fake love with an expiration date.

Struggling to understand whether they like her as a

woman or just her beautiful face, amazing hair and

curvaceous body.

Bad decisions springing from a cute smile and smooth

sultry talk.

Oozing happiness in a misconstrued encounter.

Moments of bliss and she’s just another woman with

a beautiful face and great body.

 

 

His appetite is sated, the mystery is broken, and he’s gone.

Crying pain, beauty drowning in tears and feelings of

hopelessness.

Confusion springing from words spoken amidst lust.

Mistaking compliments for love, illusions of love are

passed over for love and sex.

Hard lessons drawn on the lines of her beautiful face.

Beauty clutching onto hope and this time, well…

perhaps this time, beauty will sieve through the

compliments, close her legs and take her time to

get to know them.

 

 

©FloetryC 2016

pain

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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