Bratz
Bratz dolls were my idol
Their tight mini skirts and crop tops were my obsession
As a ten year old I overexaggerated my future teen years
bright pink ferrari, partiea on the weekend, and an extensive group of friends
I had a conditioned list of events that had to occur before the age of 16
If this list were to be accomplished in the correct order it would imitate the way I should grow up
From buying my first bra from victorias secret at 12 to my first car at 16
I fed into the bratz lifestyle, fruitless lists that define my growth
This naive thought process eventually led me to the realization
struck like lightening, sending vibrations to my cerebral cortex
The world doesn't work to my advantage, and neither do my parents
Atage 16 I received my temps a month before my birthday
As I grew I knew that what defines me is not what makes up a typical teen
But I was not placed in the friction of this universe to blend
The definition of the matters that makeup myself do not exist
I am not defined by human words, but human emotion
Emotion conveys ideas and memories
When I am no more all that will be left of me is a memory
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