A poem that highlights the fake world young women are lured into by magazines and movies, a place that far to many girls have fallen into only to want out.
Afraid to grow up, but tired of being a child.
In a party dress she meanders down a lamp-lit street.
She’s becoming another clone. She’s becoming wild.
One thousand mirrored sequins, long legs, and stilletoed feet.
No time to study books. She’s got two bank accounts to blow.
She wants to be like them–the girls in magazine pages.
Dreaming of California, the parties, and the night glow.
She buys her own bars and locks, then builds her many cages.
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