Bad Expectation

I don’t want to be your expectation
What is wrong with this generation?
Starve myself to be a bag of bones
That is what the tv shows me when I’m at home
In my sight, I see this is not right
Celebrities with straight pointed noses
They get surgery and they think know one knows it
Flowing long hair to their back
They were not born with hair like that
That is a whole lot of tracks
And what about those racks
A to double D
They grow in just one week
Wow a freak show
Not my Fav celebrity any mo’

© Alecia Murphy

poem by Alecia Murphy
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