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Working Girl

Underwear, bra, pants, skirt
Pull may hair back and prepare to work
Pick up my pride and shut off the lights
What if sweetpants were sexy, wouldn't that be nice
Throw on some pumps and grab my purse
This makeup crap is such a curse
Grab a coat and start walking in the rain
Does anyone even see my pain?
Left foot, right foot, my heals clank
Isn't this great, to whom can I thank?

This poem was written by Cel Laroque on Sep 29, 2006.

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  1. Kara Groth says:

    I can't even remember the last time I put makeup on to go to work...that's for my days off =]

    You can thank the simple-minded that repeatedly insist you are a lesser person if you don't dress the part of what they think a "lady" is made up of. Fuck the stereotypes.

  2. Miles Happy says:

    Very nice, short and sweet. You have the voice of a nation of women. Its too bad our society "expects" the femmes to do so much.

  3. andrea says:

    I am angry, yet proud to be a woman!