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The Mirror is every Girl's best friend

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My religion is deeper than life

I hold beliefs so strong you couldn't cut it loose with a knife

Travelling for years in familiarity and ignorance

I was a lost cause, stuck in a trance, deaf to beats I couldn't dance nor advance

My features were in equal comparison to the celestial

I always thought it was an antic men used to make one feel special

To keep their gaze at bay

I hid my assets away

Housed my legs in layers of satin and lace

Stripped my looks of all forms of ointments, while friends made-up their face

But not anymore

An encounter with The Authopreneur

Opened my eyes

To years of incessant and godly colored lies

Every night, a man dreams of me in delight

All because he saw me on white, black or a pair of newly trendy tight.

Not for show but my glory, I'll step out in a dress

Divinely fahsioned one no less

Then for my pair of shoes

A mountain of high heels I dare to choose

To walk over flattened ego

With attitude towering above their heads like an eagle

A well perfumed body every girl knows

Is a sign of power and show, the perfect antidote

Don't just smell good

Look and taste better than the most expensive food

A bit of eyeliner here

A touch of brown powder there

Light eyebrow definer, and lipstick to bring out your blush

Is the complete look to make wagging female tongues hush and watch men awe in your lush.

Facing every girl's best friend, the mirror

Diamonds are an extra, bit of information every man ought to know




Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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