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You there!
With your caked-up
make-up.
Wake up!
Resist the urge to fake up!

Take up a new hobby,
one that doesn't involve Bobbi
Brown,
and her pricey cosmetics.
Don't you get it?
No, just forget it.
Let it simply consume you,
like you usually do.
You and your usual crew
with the mani-pedis
and the Jimmy Choos.

Your bleary world's material, girl.
Like,
are you for cereal, girl?

There's more to life than
looking good.
Just because you could
stiffen much wood
in your neighborhood?
Don't mean you should.

I mean,
Nothing against
your skills of having gents
lined up on the fence
( lookin' all tense
with a mouthful of mints),
hoping to be yours
in the present tense.

'Cause hey.
Most girls can only dream
of being seen with Kareem,
the handsome star of the basketball team.

But from a female to a female,
I'm saying,
watch out for those males
out here chasing tail,
trying to slam another nail
into their bed rail.

How the world perceives you
(a cutie with a booty too!),
is that how you wish to be viewed?
If this is true,
a change of attitude
is long overdue, boo.