![]() The SupermodelA Poem by rachielle"You were fabulous!" The designer exclaimed, And Ana smiles As she takes one more shot Of tequila sunrise.
Another successful show Is all that matters. She's living hear dream, after all- Of becoming a supermodel. Now her life's supposedly on full throttle. She spends another night In some five star hotel; Another infamous man Slowly touching her bare. Five am she goes home To her untouched apartment. She passes by her mirror And looks at herself with intent. Critiques all say she's beautiful- All of her skin and bones- That's why she's always centerfold. They say she's fairest of them all. She stares at her reflection- Her sunken cheeks, Smeared black mascara, Translucent skin. She's every girl's dream- Until she takes off her blond hair And makeup- And sees all that's left of her.
Yet again, she's on the catwalk. Seeing the critiques talk, She struts her stuff In Coco Chanel. Yes, they're talking about her, Admiring her beauty. After all, she's THE supermodel.
"You were fabulous!" The designer exclaimed. Yet again, Ana smiles As she takes Another shot Of tequila sunrise.
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