She poses with her legs spread
The muscles in her thighs show
She looks at you with her blue eyes
Her blonde hair flowing in curls
Her bust is two basketballs
Both cupped in each of her tiny hands
She flexes her stomach for you
Until you can see her muscles
She wants you to be aroused
But you cannot touch her
She is a photograph
Of colored pixels
She is a woman
With silicone breasts
Other women wish to be her
Wish to have her body
Wish to have her hair
But we cannot be her
Men cannot even touch her
She is there to stare at
For men to dream of
She is there for other women to envy
To encourage other young women
To become what she is
A beautiful fake plastic barbie doll
In men's eyes she is purely sexy
Purely beautiful
Purely seductive
But in our eyes
She is purely disfigured
Purely unnatural
Purely a touched-up photograph
Men- notice how there are no flaws on her
Don't ever expect a real woman to be her
A real woman spends her money on education
Not her bust or stomach tucks
Real women become damaged
By women like her
And by the photographs
That send a message
That we need to be like her
To fulfill our lives
Men- Would you love a woman even if she did not make herself pure fantasy?
Or is playboy blinding you of reality?
