The Caricature's Canvas
The shrill blare of my alarm clock
Ripped me from my pleasant slumber.
I reluctantly rolled from the
Warm comfort of my bed and
Began my morning routine.
I cautiously traced my eyes with
Elegance,
Because he likes girls that dance.
I glued to my eyelids
Propriety,
Because he likes decent girls.
I shaded my eyelids with
Mystery,
Because he likes the unexpected.
I brushed my cheeks with
Innocence,
Because he likes younger girls.
I pierced in my earlobes
Jealousy,
Because he likes it when girls are possessive.
I painted my sharp nails with
Criminality,
Because he likes girls that get into trouble.
I sketched my eyebrows into a scowl with
Hate,
Because he likes mean girls.
I drank in one last glance
At my illustration in the mirror,
And, with my backpack
And a smile of authenticity,
Continued out the door.
Copyright © Savanna Roberts | Year Posted 2015
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