Retail Therapy

One pair of Christian Louboutin pumps

The way the red bottoms compliment the black pavement forces my subconscious to accept the use of one full paycheck at the outlet mall

Two pairs of Christian Dior denim jeans,

Only because of the modesty in which it swathes my booty

The curious eyes that follow my strut implores me to walk slower

To ensure they also obtain a decent glance at my Gucci shades

The hidden bundles of misguided nickels and dimes secured beneath pompous couch cushions made it all possible

These sleek, while modish frames speak the names of insecure girls picked last in dodge ball

Finding their claim to fame amongst costly namesakes and gaudy materials

This silk blouse, hand sewn right from the infants of moths

Tenderly pacing the pores of my skin

Showing the world how shapely my breast form while lying under Chiffon fabric

I am the queen of Sheba upon leaving the crowded parking lot of International Mall

For the diamonds embedded within my crown are cut so clear,

The reflection of your judgmental yet highly envious insides shine ever so brightly

My Prada boots reaffirm the well-known fact that I am better than you

Silent miseries ring false within the luminosity that are my jewels

Encrusted in the humble embellishments accenting my fingers and earlobes

A second pair of Christian Louboutins

Shoes this heavenly ought to come in fours

The higher the heel the closer I am to retail sanity

Constantly repeating the task of stabilizing my raging emotions

Attempting to reach the dressed up image of an overrated socialite

While lying on a therapeutical bench trying on shoes, I pay my doctor’s fees at the register

My prescription written out within the numbers of my American Express

My cure,

The palpable joy of a fully stocked walk-in closet