I'll take my crooked finger and point into the mirror reflecting straight off of me,
I must've taken a step closer since I vivdly remember what I can still see.
I used my hands to domesticate my wildly untamable hair,
While I observed the face of no makeup revealing how much I truly care.
Another day at school with society awaits as I walked up the worn out steps,
I felt a thousand pairs of eyes watching me as if they could feel my soul in depth.
I bravely glance over at my enemies to view them picking out my flaws,
The curves, the bumps, the roughness, the lumps, in my dreams I must've foresaw.
I felt my leggings creep upon my skin as I almost forgot how to walk,
I was nervous and anxious surrounding my friends that my mouth was too dry to talk.
A girl wearing pounds of makeup and a skirt barely over her bottom,
Observed my pesence and sent me a chill colder than the weather last autumn.
She was taller and thinner looking down at me and saying, "Sweetheart, you need some lip gloss",
I put my hand to my lips in frustration but I knew which line I should not cross.
I swallowed my anger and contained my temper but simply licked my lips,
I said, "I dont need artificials and the attention to look as amazing as this".
#I Am... Scholarship Slam