Not Your Friends

 

by Rebecca Pletcher

 

Yawn, stretch, open your eyes.
Go into the bathroom for your daily disguise.
While iron heats up, go makeup your bed,
Then glob on the makeup, straighten hair ‘till it’s dead.
Black on the eyes and red on the cheeks,
Hoping to see that guys take quick peeks.
Now come the clothes, three sizes too small,
You squeeze to fit in, barely fitting at all.
Now picking out shoes, that tedious chore.
Maybe those girls will treat you like you’re worth more.
This will all work out, pay off in the end
American Girl, they are
Not…
Your…
Friends.

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4 Comments

  1. Myth said,

    January 27, 2011 at 10:22 pm

    Awesome, awesome, AWESOME! So true.

    In Christ,
    Myth

    • Rebecca said,

      February 1, 2011 at 9:58 pm

      Thank you Myth.

  2. Sandy Crow said,

    February 7, 2011 at 1:53 am

    Lovelovelooooove this 🙂

    • Rebecca said,

      February 9, 2011 at 2:36 am

      Thank you Sandy. ; )


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