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A Diva. That is what she is, a lioness who does not care much for the brickbats thrown at her, giving back as good as she gets sometimes!
I will confess that I love adornment
With make-up, jewelry, such shenanigans
That does not mean you can pass judgment
On me, or equate me with mute mannequins-
I am professional to my very core
I’ll come early to work dressed to the nines
Much as the “girly” objects I adore
I take pride in this profession of mine
My lipstick-smeared lips are perfectly capable
Of spewing arguments considered intellectual
My dossier is of thickness considerable
It will render the smirk on your face ineffectual
You shall see me raise a perfectly arched eyebrow
When your performance falls short of expectation
These kohl-smeared, mascara’ed eyes will never allow
Any unprofessional conduct to escape observation
My sparkling diamonds attest to the fact that I can
Pamper myself with luxuries I can afford
In a male-dominated arena, I don’t have to be a man
Dressed like a diva, like a lioness I’ve roared!
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Image source: By http://www.bollywoodhungama.com [CC BY 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons
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