THE ALARM CLOCK STARTED BUZZING,
&in bright letters it read five thirty.
If she wanted to be pretty, she had to get up early.
She pulled on her tightest jeans, a brand new low cut shirt,
&a gorgeous, shiny necklace, that cost her everything she'd earned.
She turned her straightener to high, burning each strand into place.
Then she pushed back her headband, made of satin, strung with lace.
She then caked on her makeup, until she didn't recognize the mirror.
Hiding every flaw she had, all the imperfections, all the tears.
&She walked into school that morning, filling the halls with a scent of roses.
Thinking 'all of this, for the boy,
who will probably never notice.
my quote/nmf.