one day

I'm  gonna step out  an expensive car, wearing a fashionable, floor length   flower print dress. My face is covered by prada sun glass  My makeup is flawless, and my hair is up in a bun. My shoulder length, kate spade bag hanging off my shoulder. The driver will come out the other side. He will be a handsome, successful, fit man who will grab my hand and say something to make me laugh. I will turn my head back and look at the guys who stop to admire  me and the girls who wishes they could be me.

everything they thought i couldn't be.  i will be. the moment the people decide to push me down the stairs. I will start climbing again.