Unemployed

Life of me...

Another day at home in the room my daddy built
lounging in the sofa, covered with my grandma's quilt
Hair wrapped in a messy bun and candy wrappers on the floor
Unemployed and lonely makes me depressed even more

The mirror reminds me daily, that age is not my friend
that youth won't stay forever and pulchritude will end
The mall has not seen my legs since the last time I could afford
That expensive line of Dereon  my credit card once adored

I've written a thousand letters, went out for interviews
Spent my last on fitted skirt suits and 'to die for' working shoes
Now sitting in this sofa I really could use a hug
Here comes grandma with my cell phone
"Qris dear they say you've got the job."

                    Krisanique