I live in the world of grime over glam,
Where my spotlight is the blinding sunlight,
And everyday I’m covered in sweat,
While she stays fresh on her desk.
My makeup are all these paint dusts,
And I have to stay on site till dusk,
My hair is gross and greasy,
And my daily work was never easy.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m on the right path,
Coz my lung’s been suffering from this job’s wrath.
I even forgot how it feels to be a girl,
Oh, I just want to get over this hurdle.
(saw this scribbled on my notebook. not finished yet but would still like to publish it, coz dang girl, even your rant is a poetry)