She thought she'd be living glamorous
in a million story highrise
in the bustling city of New York.
She thought she'd be strutting
in six-inch heels,
to celebrity soirees on the Lower West Side.
She thought she'd be cuddling
next to her fluffy white maltese
in her queen size bed.
She thought she'd be eating
croissants and fresh fruit
for breakfast each morning,
and steak and fresh vegetables
for dinner each night.
But she thought wrong.
Instead she sat in a million story highrise project
in the tireless city of New York,
wearing her dirty pink slippers
as she watched the latest celebrity news
flash across her old 19-inch box TV,
listening to the sound of fluffy white mice
pitter patter across her hardwood floors
as she sat on her lumpy twin size bed,
knowing there was no food
for breakfast each morning
and only cans of soup
for dinner each night.
Tears fell from her dark brown eyes,
and over her rosy red cheeks.
They slowly washed away
any hopes,
any dreams.
I love this poem because of what it represents, it's the typical story of a girl who leaves her city and go to a city in which she has so many goals for herself but she gets to this city and realize she's a dreamer. I love it.
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