Strutting like it's nobody's business

by Kaitlyn K

January 2, 2015

I volunteer on weekends.

I adopted a shelter dog.

I have a 4.1 weighted GPA.

I am a leader.

I'm compassionate.

I'm a good person.

Who cares?

First impressions

initial glances

judgments

clothes, eyes, purses

they're what get you in.

So I walk.

No.

I saunter.

I swing my hips

like I own the place.

I put my head up,

chin level,

lips puckered,

eyes piercing.

I picture myself on a runway,

the runway.

I am stomping towards

Tyra and Miss Jay,

strutting towards the cameras,

I have pride and purpose,

advantage and appeal.

I am freaking boss.

I am the baddest bitch.

I own this town.

They move around me,

watch me,

glance and whisper,

say hi,

stare and wonder,

who is she?

And I can say all of my awesome attributes

because now they see me.

I get where I'm going

and where I want to be.

But I'm not vapid

vanishing, vain.

I'm everything that's on their list.

My self is awesome, admirable,

amazing.

But my walk

That is flawless.

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