She’s full figure,
Thick in places most people consider a nigger, I meant nuisance,
Very accustom to the customs of dressing plus size attractive,
Daydreaming of standing in front of a doctor with illustrations covered in circles, namely subtractive
She don’t see it,
Shes insanely attractive…
But she leaves it up to the magazines and model reels to decipher just what size she should be to look good in them jeans.
Sexy don’t got an algorithm baby, beauty changes clothes with every different pupil that beholds,
Don’t be as basic as the people whom never see the basics,
Makeup and foundation just be covering your “ace its”
I meant assets, the ones bestowed upon you from birth, resistant to foreign change like face it
tap into that inner beauty, turn full right until it faucets,
You should be proud to stand on your heels, free of chemical peels, Noxzema used to be enough but now you plot on Botox; why turn your derriere into sausage?
I used to respect her, “Shucks” she used to respect herself too.
Now how will you, accept a face phonier than the H-E-B’s buddy bucks crew?
I hate to be abrupt, rude and overly emotional,
but the Most High made her mostly beautiful, while man makes mosaics and…
well, few things that are beautiful.
She’s full figure and can’t figure out what real beauty is all about
Viewers Choice, not face lifts to lift the mood, or lip enhancements to appeal the mouth,
it’s clearly obvious that when it comes to self-esteem, her self’s in drought.
I doubt, that she’ll ever see what I recognize clearly as utter gorgeousness, royalty.
Blacksmiths live their whole lives and could never forge just this, excellently.
Supreme collections, of optimism and blessings curbed to fit,
deep inside, the deep insides of an exquisite soul like this, elegantly.
She is full figure and for the life of me I can’t figure out why she can not see, that she is perfectly lovely to me.
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