Short skirt and shapely legs,
turning men's and women's heads.
Pretty lady.
No, but attractive and she knows it.
She exudes; 'I'm a hell of a woman persona'
mixed with a crass, comedic, your Mama joke kinda flair.
It's as if she's playing the dirty dozen
and there's a thirteenth joke that ain't too funny.
However, she doesn't let on that she knows
and gives a believable impression that if she did she wouldn't care,
'cause it's still her joke.
She's brassy, percussive loud,
especially if she's angered.
It doesn't take much for her to shake her layered abuse
into shared space.
It's only in privacy
wrapped in silence
that she sometimes thinks about
poor choices made in slowly, hardening
clumps of uncertainty
She lacks the know-how
to smooth them out.
It's these times
when she eats bags of gummy bears
and gnaws absent-mindedly on her real fingernails.
Nails and regrets, which you or I will never see
'cause she's perpetually disguising them
with designed acrylic fake coverings.
Expect no less.
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She is Miss Thang.
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