Miss America

Her face, a perfect heart

Her hair, a golden gleam

Her body, a temple

Her voice, sweet melody

Diamond tiara

Slinky dress

She walks down the aisle smiling

Everyone applauds

Miss America

Her face, makeup heavy

Her hair, over-permed

Her body, enhanced

Her voice, false

Diamond tiara

Slinky dress

She walks down the aisle grimacing

Everyone whispers in wonder

Miss America

Her face, smeared with tears

Her hair, fried and frazzled

Her body, starved

Her voice, enhanced

Diamond tiara

Slinky dress

She faces her audience, a mere shadow

Everyone laughs

The little girl with a big dream

With wide blue eyes

Braided brown hair

And a puppy-fat tummy

Would have sat on her bed

And cried

Cried to have known

What will happen to her in eight years.