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Fashion Designer


A job that would change my life,
Would not be one that causes strife.
A career in which I would free,
To show the world who I want to be.
A creative mind, an eye for color,
For a job, to me, there is no other.
Clothing, hair accessories, and shoes,
From my mind, so many ideas to choose.
I want to design, make fashion like no other,
So bright, so pretty, you will feel smothered.
My designs would be stylish and sleek,
Like those from New York's Fashion Week.
To be world-renowned, is my dream,
And to make an excellent design team.
To be great, like Vera Wang and Coco Chanel,
Will I ever stand with them? There's no way to tell.
I have a dull glow, but I want to shine brighter,
My absolute profession, is to be a Fashion Designer.

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