You are fashion
Mrs. Juniper
Some days a fitted skirt
Others, a skinny jeans ensemble
The summertime catcalls and whistles
Over the length of your legs
And a slinky polka dot bikini
You pay no mind to
If fact, you don't even blink
Even when they lick the glass
It's a job to you
Plain and simple
And no matter how stiff it becomes
You're always willing
To lend a helping hand

Sometimes I question my purpose in life
A constant stream of essays and equations
Judged by a letter grade and a GPA
My  knowledge determines my worth
Not my skills or life experience
Not what I put out into the world
My journey or my vision
Is my life a series of numbers
Wins, goals, accomplishments
Marriage, family, kids
Then to the finish line
An undecidedly dark quest
A journey in which you go alone
Searching for one
Only finding your reflection