Two-faced

Staring at me

From your left face

Teeth on my back

No scars to trace

Submission of your own insecurities blatantly shown

Lies jealousy

Things us adults have maturely outgrown

Was I created with a tablespoon too much self- respect

Or a teaspoon too much of "coming correct"

Maybe a dash of confidence

You couldn’t possibly achieve

Smiling in my face

Obvious intent to deceive

I could always confront you

Let ignorance shine through

But my purpose here is too great

I might just be a cup of

Too much woman for you