I've resigned myself
To feeling like there is really very little I can do
To control the narrative
Of how others view me
With their goggles on tight.

The truth is its different for you and I
I have to live off the media
The press
The flashing lights
Because thats a part of the work that I do.

Glitz and glam
There's strips of ******* everywhere
In moments I dance in the blue light
Snapping photos of friends
Perhaps somewhere along the way
I have become a little full of it.

There is no man by my side
No 114 likes to collect
Because everyone finds such comfort in couples
And my photos seem to matter less
Now that the story has changed.

It's a warm day in palm beach
We drink Folgers coffee
And vibrate along the beam of the sun
I could get used to this
I think quietly.