I want to be famous she said.
I want
to have a nice job
with a nice car
with a nice family
with a nice husband
and a happy life.
Plastered around the city,
are signs.
That read,
We want you
to have a nice job
with a nice car
with a nice family
with a nice husband
and a happy life.
You question her,
But when she talks
It is not her own.
She smiles still
The society said so.
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Night Sky
PoetryA collection of poetry To chase away the fear And cleanse your aching soul.
