There is an elsewhere
where the shops are vast,
Where all the colours sing, and she's allowed
A credit card so she's not just the crowd,
But is the future, not the draggy past.
She's fourteen now, and with her curtains drawn,
She dreams impatient dreams of when she has
The labels and the cash and razzmatazz
That she deserves, and for which she was born.
And all this dreaming helps her to endure
The period pains that prove she is mature. |