An Old Diva tale

You don't see your short comings  
Never rising to a level where one/anyone would consider you acceptable  
Yet that's all you preach about  
Still confusing sex with love  
Your bed stays warm but when you rise, to your surprise  
you alone ... again
 
There's another line in your face now  
Your starting to looked weathered  
Those love handles aren't as cute as they once were  
 
The postman, the baker, the candlestick maker  
You keep trying to find someone to love you  
The question is ... how is it always them and never you  
 
Skirt too short, blouse too tight, talking too loud  
Street jargon from a chick was kool in your twenties  
Now it's kind of silly since your on the down side of thirty  
 
To be honest  
Your a 2000 model in the year 2013  
Your still functional but the ride ain't the same  
  
Of course I still look at you...
What other thing would you have me do to amuse myself  
I even think about asking for a ride from time to time  
but the fare's not worth it  

Your talked about in certain circles  
Like folks talk about an auto accident  
It's tragic,holds ones attention for a second and then they're glad it not them  
The problem now ...  
Your feeding another generation the same swill that was fed to you  
You're continuing the negative cycle  
You've so much internal damage... how can you not address it  
You know it's really you  
 
Your fostering another group of women who'll be unable to read the signs of life  
They'll become prey to every predator that comes along  
Just - like - you  

Do this tonight...  
Take off/pull out everything you weren't born with
We don't want any distractions
  
Shower and stand naked viewing your reflection
  
Since the eye's are the windows to the soul  
 
Do you like what you see