Honestly, this is the world for the young and the pretty.
Where charm gets the job before talent gets seen,
Where long hours show on your face, not your feed,
And confidence counts more than actuality.
They listen a little closer when your voice is smooth,
When your face tells a story they don’t have to soothe.
Some of us learn to read rooms like maps,
To measure our words and navigate.
We get by on timing.
Wearing silence like it’s part of the game.
We don’t chase applause or the front of the line,
Just a life that fits and a life of ease.
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