Bulletproof Dress

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Miss Massie

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I’m bulletproof, I never lose, and that’s the truth.. 

You hear that drumbeat over in the back alley of Main Street?

That’s the rhythm of my heartbeat, pounding off the walls of the reinforced concrete, as I compete in the hot seat, and never once for a moment disown it — I’m just too elite..

I drink my whisky neat to fuel my dancing feet.. 

I choose to dance in knee-high high-heeled boots..

I dance on top of roofs..

I jump off without a second thought I should have brought a parachute and that’s the truth..

When I land, I stand with no regrets and mad respect.. 

I’m much too blessed — a dark brunette that’s sexiest when I progress to manifest my silhouette that never rests..  

I am the muse that I reflect..

I’ll cross a dozen alleyways in the darkest blight, in the dark of night.. 

Doesn’t matter if I slip and fall, bump a wall, or hit the ground with a screeching sound..

I won’t break down..

I’ll wipe the dirt I found off my finest gowns and most expensive crowns.. 

I’ll reframe my frown — I’ll turn myself around.. 

I’ll rebound strong to continue on — it’s what I’m renowned for — this is my encore..

You see that steam emanating from me? 

No need to guess, at least not yet — it’s just the smoke of my cigarette, steaming off my body sweat.. 

I like to make myself dripping wet, when I choose to use my bayonet and live my life with no regret for the blood that’s shed, wanna bet? 

My treasure chest of intellect has coalesced with epithets of my success..

I make world news when I transfuse into nonetheless than the one and only very best and rarest type of bulletproof protective dress..

Along my quests, not even seduction from Russian Roulette can be expressed to be a threat.. 

I’ll fire every barrel and never peril or digress into a cardiac arrest.. 

I’ll go all day and all night, from sunrise to sunset..

Lest we forget — I still got a million miles to go..

A patriarchy in the hierarchy of my career to overthrow..

A dozen ounces of cocaine in my domain to still blow..

Must be somethin’ in my life that I earned, to have so much strife in life lessons that I’ve learned — but I’ve got no cause for discern.. 

I won’t ignore or underscore that forevermore I’ll dance to the beat of my own rapport on my own dance floor..

I am my own mentor — I will always soar.. 

I’m bulletproof, I never lose, and that’s the truth.. 

 

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