"That's a rap!" he calls.
I release the breath I was holding, and stretch my stiff face.
This dress is to tight, suck it in, suck it in.
Don't show your true form.
Sequins, glitter, bright and dark.
Getting it on is only half the battle.
Sit like this, hold like that, UGH!
The man says look thoughtful, humored.
Just smile, frown, and stare.
Sit up look left, right, and down.
The pictures start flowing, I should be glowing.
Proud of who I've become.
But I wonder, why am I doing this?