ever so incessantly
There’s money that needs to be made,
not only for bills that need to be paid…
for dream vacations that must be bought…
a two, three, no, four-bedroom house..
to be owned
and only a brand new car…
would be fit to drive
She paces corridors of malls …
up, down and all the way to the sides…
designer price tags…
and the lure of Chanel bags…
A mink perhaps? A pair of Louboutin’s?
oh how they would make her an even better gal
And there’s a lot more
Fancy dresses for the hot parties in town
more shoes to satisfy her hungry soul
belts, shawls and sparkling head bands
hair extensions, Botox and gel nails
a frenzy of a shopping affair
My head is spinning…
this must-have list never ends
with her reasoning I must contend
do all these things really make her content?
what if they all cease to exist?
their validation of her worth,
their masking of her fear,
what would she hold onto then?
A naked soul,
no mink can warm?
with no ground to hold?
Empty white lists,
and no ink to spare?
A new found peace, I would say
Hers to take
or hers to spoil.