Irvine Essence

Rich.
Girl.
Stomp ing shoes.
Wind between her hair
(always blowing in her hair).
Sun in her shades
(never sparkle with a care).

Thin.
legs.
Glowing in the night
(even though there is no light
where she's from).
They say that she's a feisty one.

Nice.
Clothes.
They always tend to see
(prices far beyond the fee
that they can pay).

Cold.
Stares.
Coming from the one
Who has opted out the fun
that is here.
She brought out everything she had in fear.


And still,
She is
un.
hap.
py.