Class has nothing to do with thine Breast and thine Ass
Demand something more of yourself from the depths of your soul
Something valuable that outlasts your lumps and your bumps
Something deeper that goes past the depths of your peaks
Its somewhere in there, hidden beneath your hair
Its somewhere in there, hidden beneath the filters on the photos you share
I wish I could see more of you and not your mutiple views of your figure
I know you think your looks attract me
But sometimes if not most times your looks attack me.
I cannot even appreciate the goodness in you
When I only see that dress is barely even on you.
You would rather get skint trying to show me your skin
You would rather be fair skinned than be fair to your skin.
If my love as a man is not for sale
Why is yours forever on discount even when there is no sale.
I wish you would value YOU more than I do
Because if you did I would learn to love the woman
more as a woman
And not an Idol.
Your eyes look like a dolls and it seems
Your only prize is your hair and your clothes
In all honesty where do I fit in?
If you are only obsessed with being a sex kitten.
My dreams, ambitions cannot fit between your legs
I need them to enter into and be repeated through the holes
In and around your head.
Just remember as you walk around your own ego
Class has nothing to do with thine breast and thine ass
©Martin Vito 2014
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