No More Brazilians
Cast aside like so many others
I reinvented myself
I coloured my hair, painted my lips, dyed my skin, wore slinky slips
Lost a few pounds from my child-bearing hips.
“I know what men want “says my Pilipino friend
As a stranger buys her a drink.
“Do what I say and a man will be yours”
As she parades her 109th pair of shoes and new Christian Dior dress.
I follow her lead but he is not for me
Flashy suit, fat pockets, a one dimensional mind, slow wit
He bores me to bits.
Give me another drink so I can imagine an erotic,,,
My soul is worth more than this
So in Cinderella style I make a great escape
And in the morning I cut my hair,
Cancel the Brazilian; clean out my wardrobe, unfriend the materialistic
And begin my new life!