If you are, neither...a street walker, nor a runway walker, why need you look that way...cold and armored up, revealing nothing of yourself...pimping but, a manikin?
Let us see your subtle side, your humorous and hopeful side...a breath of air, for a suffocating world. Let us see you bare, without adornment, suffering no rouge, nor lying fak'ry...just your beautiful self, as nature made thee.
Let us see, beyond your skin, to your 'child'...or are you barren, there? Would you rather dare, a sweet than ugly dare? Let us know thee, as thou are...
...chance'r.
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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