Dignity Poem by Wolf the poet

This short life we live to inspire
Beauty, figure, brains we require
Our hearts are burning with fire
The fire to be loved and cherished before we expire
All this effort to inspire will make us a liar

We ought to be proud of our origins
Because that is what defines our excistence
In this generation there's a lot of pretence
We tend to create an illusion
The illusion that we are our best selves
The illusion that we live to impress

There is this word lust
It diminishes us to rust
I am not a chauvinist though
Allow me to talk about the girl child
They are the most affected victims of
this metaphor

Your bodies are a temple
Cover them, keep them clean
For we, the gentlemen, are after your heart and not your butt
Having saying that
You'll free yourselves from unwanted pregnancies and 'being used' as y'all claim after being dumped