Ingrid D. Johnson - The Real Woman

It is one in the morning
And she sits naked
Hair frizzed, body frail
Unmasked and unmade
She is a mess, beauty has left the building
The alluring is someone else's tonight
In the mirror, a reflection of the real woman
Lies the real woman that every man asks for
But in reality no man wants
Because, they are scared of her
Repulsed by her and all that she represents

They dislike the look of her
Nappy hair, her hairy legs
Her unshaven pits, her saggy tits
Scared because she does not resemble
The supermodels
The play boy bunnies
The hooter girls
Or any male perception
Of female perfection
In fact she is the opposite
Of Naomi or Tyra
Cindy or Halle
Or even Lauryn Hill

She is the bottom of the barrel
Not the cream of the crop
Or the creme de la creme
Because she is more fragile
More simple, more flawed
More exposed, more real
Than you or I will ever be on the surface

But I only let her out
Once in a while
When no one else can see her
And whenever I catch her
Reflection in a mirror
Staring back at me
I cringe, call her ugly
Cover up the mirrors, close my eyes
Take a long deep breath, reach for my compact
Cover her up, until she is once again
Every man's proverbial sexual fantasy

Written by:
Ingrid Delreitha Johnson, Sunil Bector

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