When she becomes the prom queen,
She is the prettiest thing they’ve ever seen.
Soft gold curls spill over her back—
Bright green eyes, no sign of decay inside.
A spotlight slithers across her cream-colored gown.
She beams as she accepts her crown.
Her head comes up in a white marble-tiled bathroom.
She stares deep into the reflection
In her mother’s mirror.
Sitting by the window, she stares
Into the sun. Waiting
For a crimson bouquet, she powders
Her face.
Peachy pink cheeks on pale white skin.
She colors her lips and paints on a smile,
Then slips on a dress that flows to the floor.
They call out her name. Lost
In a daze, she walks out on stage
To stand all alone.
And when they crowned me the prom queen, I was
The ugliest girl I’d ever seen.
