She wears suits
She speaks the Queen’s English
She stands 5’9
She wears glasses
She has a leather briefcase with briefs in it
She is always on time
She smiles through crimson lips
She waits for nothing
She kills for hire
You can’t afford it
Cut the fat off and use it to clean the grill
She has two degrees from prestigious institutions
She does not wear panty hose
She does not wear costume hair
She has a parking pass, like the executives do
But for some reason
She still loves you
broke ass you
game playing you
Momma’s basement you
Dirty backseat you
Nothing but sunshine and flip flops you
Because what she has
More than anything else
Is low self esteem.