Greet My Reality

Out of bed, up for the day,

Greeting my own reali”tay”

Who knows what will happen today in the real world of Arabella?

Will I say yes to the dress in Nordstrom or from the toddler get her tiara?

At school, will I find love and hip hop with the guy standing in the hall?

Is he living in the real world or a human wrecking ball?

             Does Chrisley or Mama know best when my hopes are Kar-dashed?

Will I get invited to the party down south or will I be on the D list?

My life sometimes feels like an episode of Punk’d or girls behaving badly

But with American grit, my own reality will be better than shows on the telly.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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