Sunshine

Because you bounce your breasts like a hooker
And hike up your skirt,
Because compliments and wax fruit smile ooze through your teeth,
Because you talk through your nose,
Because your fingers are sticky with White Rain
And you keep a hairbrush in your purse,
Because you wear thong-toed sandals to gym class,
Because you crush your brain under black, lacquered hair,
Because you smell like a department store perfume girl,
Because you flake red polish off your nails
While you tell me I have a pretty face,
Because your name is Sunshine,
And people still like you.

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