Nasty Woman

Don’t tell me to smile

Lips tight like chains

Over gritting teeth

In disbelief

That I’m still judged

By the contents of my face.

And what a waste it is

That I always look so intense.

How much prettier would I become

Walking to the car

with keys like claws

If I flashed my gums.

And they wonder why I’m single,

and blame it on my teeth.

No one wants a girl

That isn’t radiating

bubbly girl energy.

I’ll keep my mouth locked

Like my teeth are interlaced,

but if you do tell me to smile.

maybe you’ll see my fangs.