Prologue

She’s a material girl on her pedestal so high Cluttered with glitter and make up to benign Drapes in Gucci and Prada such fabrics so fine Vapid, vein, and clueless while drinking her wine. Hair like silk, strung up on her head Eyelashes curled, lips gleaming cherry red She speaks freely expecting no consequence Spending money with all her accrued allowance Some look at her in envy, others look at her in disgust Her attention to neither, a girl you can’t trust She always get what she wants, never told no She wore her dress with too much to show Louis Vuitton purses, Chanell wallets, and jewelry too Pearls, necklaces, diamond rings, and Gucci evening shoes Pumps, flats, there was nothing she didn’t have Six times a day she took a bubble bath She smells like Versace and love all sweets Rides in a limo, sometimes wandered all the streets. Walk-in closets separated by color code Aisles and aisles of shoe racks, this girl’s at home The few friends she has are extremely the same Just as caught up with their hunger for fame Toes dipped in gold and a heart of cold stone Speaks of herself in the harshest of tones When will she figure out what true love means