notes on being a lady

along with growing up comes make-up.

as a little girl, i wore my mother's high heels
and party gowns
but avoided smudged eyes
and red lips.

now i yearn for a glossy mouth
and painted eyes with matching nails.
thick long hair
and french pedicures.

but i never was a lady.

i'd rather hide in the shell of girl
with holes in the knees of my jeans
and (imaginary)freckles on my face
and dream of fifties starlettes
with platinum hair and rosy cheeks.

my name could never be marilyn. 
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