she had a daddy
money tree
with real low branches
though she always
chose stilettos and
could reach the upper boughs
shopgirls always heard her
coming from a mile or more away
she'd flip her hair to send
smoke signals:
"here I am
look at me now"
but there really wasn't
much to see
beyond the
blahniks and the glitter
just a bitter little misses
with a mission,
to extend herself beyond
her means
at every single turn
then show off
all her trophies and
convince herself
she'd earned em
no one can tell her different
nobody knows her name
she just goes by who she's wearing
doesn't even know, herself
but one day
she'll have to stand and face
the woman sold to wealth
for now
another round of cosmos
light up another turkish gold,
we'll text message all our friends
and squeeze back
into the mold.
Author notes
contest specific ::: inspired by sequins and glitter, hope the rhyming isn't too "pedestrian", I offered it a ride, but it said It wanted to walk.
A contest entry
- Sequins and Glitter (prewrites welcome) by Danna Hobart.
400 points, ended January 15, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well, I hate the title, but the poem is pretty good.
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"for now
another round of cosmos
light up another turkish gold,
we'll text message all our friends
and squeeze back
into the mold."
Brillaint my friend. This write here is great i really enjoyed reading this impactful piece.
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