Quota

I am your sterotype

Foundation perfection

Heels to step over you

Blonde hair to flick at you

Everything to ooze control over you

Underneath my war paint

I hide my vulnerable shame

Bottomless worry

I am not enough

That luck dogs all my moves

I do not belong to my success

Its merely a consequences of your need for a quota

 

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