-Her credentials accept no questions.
-On paper, she bears the title of “queen.”
-The fiercest of strides she’ll wield with glorious skill
-Those heel strikes punish the ground and nearly kick up sparks to introduce her presence.
-And, in her mind, she feels it’s one she’s more than owed.
-She’s so cautious of not making eye contact with any man.
-You’d think she’d go stone if she’d dare face you to ask, “How is this day treating you, sir?”
-Secretly, most are peasants in her perceptions.
-It’s the fact she won’t admit.
-Out of conceit, maybe she might.
-In any case, eyeliner will remain expertly applied, mascara will be lavishly layered, and lip liner is carefully critiqued as if she was mortified to mirror mortals.
-Many mites have questioned if she’s fully aware of her curvy, suggestive, sizzling, and very distracting ways and the power they contain.
-Very aware of her arsenal, she’ll entice many and claim not to.
-Even with college complete, a career so neat, and even a prize husband so sweet, the wise know what she runs from, inside.
-It’s the selfishness she blinds herself from, within.
-She’s trained to lie to the heart.
-Selflessness presented her freedom she turned down long ago.
-So, why feebly attempt exploring her community involvements, a youth she’s mentored, some social injustice she rose up against, a time she was patient enough to hear a bum’s thoughts, the instances she prayed for people she didn’t know, a situation where she went above and beyond to walk with a common man through the dark, or when she rooted for someone else’s success as much as her own?
-How many stories could or couldn’t she tell?
-The Facebook account boast of 2,722 plastic buddies, but it so happens she placed none in the social circle to challenge her properly.
-The ones that do receive the labels of irrational and moody.
-When exalting one’s self in the name of education, it’s child’s play to debate on evolution or finances, with you.
-If you’re wise, you know she’ll beat you with experience.
-So, the immaculate and stylish head will remain locked in the upright position.
-She won’t bear many risks of interaction.
-And, that distracting busyness will pose on further.
-At end of the day, when fate finally crushes that prissy American girl, hopefully, the freedom will still be calling.
“The Prissy: American Beauty”
is a poem featured my second published upcoming anthology,
“A Pale Face for a Collar: Testimonials of an Office Rat,”
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