My name is Rivers Kay Petitt...
You don't know me and I don't know you .
I have been threw a lot and barely make it each time.
70-80 little marks all over me
some deeper than others.
If you take your time to know me you'll learn that I'm strong.
Just  not as strong as i seem.
I break... I  cry...I bleed...
7 attempts but i pull threw sadly enough...
I'm a mess and i worry everyone will leave.
I don't mean it but i hurt others and feel  deserve the pain i inflict on myself...
You don't know me...
My name is Rivers Kay Petitt...

We all have heard of Lady Jane,
A Queen of England who briefly reigned.
Then Mary Tudor took the town
And soon thereafter took her crown.

There’s been Queens like Liz
whose reigns won’t end.
Disposable Queens like Anne Boleyn.
These days, with thrones in short supply
It’s the crown of Beauty
For which girls vie .

Denise Garido had thought that she
had won cosmetic Royalty.
They gave her roses
and placed her crown.
Then one day latter
It all came down.

“A error in math!” the pageant proclaimed.
A drunken judge had misspelled names.
Far from being Queen as thought
Ms. Garido had come in fourth!

It’s Humiliation of a sort
To find out one is an afterthought
To be named Queen just for one day,
Then have the honor stripped away..

The actual winner was quite buff
and had gone to Vegas in a huff.
At least Denise, you needn’t cry
You beat out the Transgendered guy!.

Silly songs,
Pink dresses,
Bows to match.
Pageant after pageant,
Class after class.
Perfect hair,
Tease it big.
Painted faces,
Plastic dolls.
Dress them up,
Show them off,
Put them away.
In the end,
get a sash,
a crown,
a trophy.
Leave in tears,
sad faces,
Don't let the judges see.
Go home,
Prepare again,
new dresses,
bows to match.
Replay until you win...