What Happened
I was supposed to be queen of something by now.
Or king or czar or at least mayor.
Ruling people in such a way that they fawn over me.
I was supposed to be on magazine covers.
With the prettiest face, and the body we all want.
My dainty ankle recognized immediately as I step out of a limo.
I was supposed to have six mansions, and eight swimming pools.
I would decorate them in reds, purples, silvers, greens and yellows.
One of them would be entirely done in orange though, my favorite color.
I was supposed to have won the lottery, and had the ticker tape parade.
People in foreign countries would ask me for my autograph,
for I would not be revered only in one country.
I was supposed to have the happily ever after prince, and the white horse.
My face was supposed to be carved on Mount Rushmore.
What the heck happened?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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