Appeal To Yourself

Brush your teeth, wash your face, fix your hair

Grab you best outfit, don’t forget the shoes

Accessorize & moisturize

Standing in the mirror, admiring your hips

Hyping yourself up with an occasional “YASSS BITCH”

Curling your lashes, glossing up your lips

Queen Bey playing in the background & giving your Buttercream Chardonnay a sip

But after you’ve zipped your dress, strapped up your heels

You double back past that full length mirror & you question yourself

Did I do this for me, or did I do this for someone’s son to be pleased

Realizing you didn’t do this for you,

You kick off your shoes, wash your face & put your dress back in its place

Wrap your hair up & throw on your bonnet

Just to climb in your bed and write this sonnet.