At first I didn´t realize your hair was dyed <br />I hadn´t noticed your long legs, your longer heels, <br />and your poor taste in choosing the tightest jeans. <br /> <br />So many were called and so few were chosen, <br />the pattern was “tall rich empty headed, a good trophy” <br />no doubt a winner in the rat race. <br /> <br />The clinking clanking of high heels <br />in high school corridors <br />filled so much empty space <br /> <br />so many heads to turn <br />so many victories ahead <br />and then why feel you are nothing <br />unless your credit card depletes <br /> <br />where is the dream? what is the need? <br />dumbells raised in the sweatiest gyms <br />what ever happened to the ugly duck <br />turned beast?<br /><br />Luis Gil de la Puente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-ugly-ducks-and-high-heels/
