Seventeen shades of cream
Congregated on her perfect form
Her peplum sashaying left and right alike
The metronome…her Louboutins
Stepping out
Coach Bag…
Check
Designer Heels…
Check
Custom Perfume…
Check
Diamond Studs…
Check
Apparel that costs the earth…
Check
Crimson Pout…
Check
Million Dollar Manicure…
Check
Bands of hair that fall flat in obedience…
Check
High Street Gait…
Check
Pray tell me
High Street Princess
Whisper to Me
What is it you seek…
And I can swear…
Amidst the roars of the low slung coupes
In between the fluid swipes of credit cards
I hear the…
Unequivocal
Unsophisticated
Unabashed
Admission
An admission with words like…
Home and Pyjamas and Slippers
Strung together in a not altogether incoherent phrase…
Whatever could she have meant…
That perfect High Street Girl
Impassioned authentic poetry that catches me quite by surprise when I find inspiration in the strangest of places..
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Spilt Ink by Zaheera Badat