If faces were a passport to travel the world
You should be crowned the queen of angels
Cos you’re an epitome of beauty
But your pride makes you look ugly
If voices were the only pass key to a Disney
kind of life
You should be an enthroned diva
Ruling in all time and season without a coup
But your soft voice speaks death
If legs are the only quality that makes a model
You should wear an emblem of speciality
Cos your catwalk abilities can cause a
standstill
But your walk is deceitful and misleading
Daily do you exhibit characters fit for a
passionate heart
Loving, caring and supporting
But all these are ruse and untrue
Cos you’re a pretender
Why not choose to live as a woman with
outstanding character
Replacing your pride with modesty
That your inner beauty may synergize with the
outta
Let your soft voice speak life
And your legs take a walk of truth
So the true heroine in you might be made known
Be real and let the world judge whether to love
or hate you
Even if the love you get is few; trust me,
they’ll be real as light
Because a concealed life will only attract fake
companion