Dazzling Gleam

In her eyes you could see the bright dazzling gleam of candy wrappers and freshly bleached linens. Her teeth shined pearly white and there something almost terrifyingly beautiful about how pleated and clean pressed her skirt was, but she asked if she could sit down next to me, 5 minutes before Chemistry 210 started. That was so unbelievably odd and strange to me! Never did a girl this pretty want to talk to me in school! I was Joan, a girl that was considered plain, fairly square and studious. There wasn't anything "special" about me, people would say. Except for now, I suppose! Now that this girl was in my life perhaps things would start to change. All in a matter of seconds I imagined me and this girl shopping for clothes together, she would teach me how to apply makeup and how to be tan, sparkling, gorgeous and bright blonde just like her.

"Hi," she said, "My name is Pamela, Pamela Scott." she said with gleaming smile.

"Uhm.. H-Hello!" I managed to stutter, "I'm Joan Dietz.

There she was! Talking to me! Now my thoughts were spinning! I sat there with my large round puppy dog eyes admiring her eyes and her dazzling blonde bouffant hair all concluded into a buoyant blonde ponytail, fasted with a beautiful aquamarine ribbon to match her skirt...

"Well, I was just wondering if I could borrow a pencil, I seem to have left purse at home." she inquired, hastily.

"Oh! Sure thing! ", I said, each tiny word dripping with interest and desperation. I removed my backpack from my shoulders and rummaged through my things in frustration. There say Pamela Scott next to me, the friend of my every day dream. The friend of my dreams who take my pencil, a token of friendship and show me the ropes of being beautiful, blonde and social. Finally I had located a No. 2 worthy enough of Pamela's grip, but when my head returned to Pamela's attention I noticed she had already started a new conversation with another classmate!

"Uhm.. Pamela?" I said, timidly.

"Oh, hey. " Pamela turned her head to mine as I held out the No 2 with a shaky hand.

"Oh, thanks but I just got one Denise."

Pamela returned her attention to Denise, a popular girl in a red dress, and there it went, all my hopes and desires of the new girl siphoning me into a world I had always hoped to be in. A world where I was beautiful and envied, sparkling and dazzling and not plain! I didn't notice it but I had dropped the No 2 on the ground and I didn't care so I reached into my backpack and retrieved a sheet of loose leaf and a No 2 that had been almost devoured with teeth marks, and I began to write this story...

"In her eyes you could see the bright dazzling gleam...

Tell Me It Ain't Bull

Wishin' on a flower.

Blow it all away.

Princess in a tower.

Prince so far away.

Woman in a wish bottle.

Man rubs his woes away.

Tell it ain't bullshit.

How they treat us in this way?

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULLSHIT?

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULL?

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULSHIIT?

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULL?

They say whose my little princess.

Then leave you there all day.

They whose my tiny kingdom, then wipe your tears away.

They feed you lies and it is poison, that looks like candy pops

You eat it up like you are starving, and wonder why you drop..

You wonder why drop, drop down the stair well, tumble down the stairs, fall from the thrown, shimmy down the well, roll like Jack n Jill, into your private hell.

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULLSHIT?

They way they treat their kids.

I said tell me it ain't bullshit, the way we treat our own kin.

I said tell me it ain't..

I said tell me in ain't..

I said TELL me....

I SAID.