lucky girl

Check your smile
in the blemished mirror
And give your pride a rest.
Lucky girl.
Swinging hair
Yearbook smile
All the while, she’s drifting inside
like tissue papers in the wind.
( Swirling, twirling, lost and gone.)
Lucky girl.
Hides her pain
with a sweetly glossed grin
to cover the bruised lips.
Always on the fringe,
beyond the outskirts.
Lucky girl.
There's have-nots and haves.
courses in naivity, envy and how to jaded 101,
where witty come-backs play like a soundtrack
Popularity is roulette for a
Lucky Girl.
There are those who know and those
who'll never learn.
The residue of everything she’s always wanted,
but that somehow slid right past her,
concealed under her too sugary
cotton candy fingernails.
Confidence borrowed from
a denim coat and poet’s lace.
A vision of togetherness
(falling all apart)
Her face, she doesn’t want you to recall.
Her laugh, you won’t forget.
Lucky girl wears sadness like a Homecoming
corsage.