Real World Fools

• Isabelle Evans, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2019

Hey, you material girls
With brand name bags
Hair ironed in curls
Easily dismissing expensive price tags
Filling your media feeds
With red-painted pouts
That scream, ‘Tell me I’m pretty’
To us rough-skinned louts.
I cannot wait
Until you graduate school.
From this place where your measure of worth
Is defined by your measure of ‘cool’.
Just wait until you step out into the sun;
Into this world that has no place for those who are cruel,
With blinking realisation of what you’ve become:
Nothing more than a real world fool.