We are girls.
When we go home...
Our straightened hair goes up into messy buns.
Our makeup has faded or smudged
so we take it off.
The fake smile vanishes into how we really feel.
Our brand new shirt changes into our favorite old
sweater.
Our skinny jeans are traded for sweat pants or
pajamas.
And our Uggs are taken off to reveal our fuzzy
socks.
When we go home...
You wouldn't recognize us
We are girls. When we go home... Our straightened hair goes up
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Nov 28, 2011 6:49pm
