Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska - The Poems

miss america (miss ameryka)

b l u e s
you're miss america what good's that to you
or your venus body or sex-kitten face
you haven't met my dancer he doesn't go wild
head over heels in love in your embrace
he chose and judges me by rules of his own
and says that I'm unique knows what I'm worth
don't gape at me from the paper proud on your throne
honey solely for him I am miss earth
(1927)