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NO LEAN ( 110 Views)
written by : tutu
Forgive my losing an identity,
I'm the beast in the kitchen as I fumble like a kitten,
No matter the battle to get lean, it's a labour dispute as no regimen works.
I wear a mask on a telly telling lies,
Colours which masks depression 'til I hit the fridge for a well-deserved reunion.
I turned hopeless and irate to irritate too easily
I even hate Oprah for being a hypocritical bitch,
It has become a critical phase, as I never face a mirror without insecurities.
Yank the flab, as I know to be fabulous within,
No matter the stress, I'm in touch with that slander in me.
A light-year elapsed since I had some loving in all the right places - For
A hindrance I resist always persists and blobs all-ways cover sensuality.
No lingerie is worth fitting as is a sight not worthy and befitting an eye,
I lay lying to myself as I devour chocolate that I'm fine - When
Reality is a Halle I hallucinate over.
Like a jezebel I rush for work to meet an alter ego,
Behind everyone's inadequacies I hide, to emerge as I torment with my Q and A.
It's great fun while it lasts as anguish befalls when I clear this set,
Subliminally and subjugated by cellulite and the love of pizza -
Submerged to drown in the sea of fat isn't phat,
Even so; I'll forever beat myself 'til I acknowledge that I'm Noeleen.
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