I’m trying to be flirty with the camera
& relax my eyes
What these other girls don’t realise is
I’m the tallest one here
I can learn to show emotion
Can they grow taller?
I don’t think so
Hosanna is a genius
We all laughed at her
when she started practising
12 hours a day
Walking
looking in the mirror
I’m going to do the same
I’ve got a good body
I’m not going home
I’ve got a future in this industry
Those other girls are bitches
5 of them said that I was going home
They’re going home, not me
I’m here to stay
Hosanna is an idiot
I’m going to New York
I’m going to be a star
If they tell me to eat myself
I’ll do it
I’ve dieted before
Nobody’s getting any sleep
until we’ve cleared this up
Yeah, okay, I admit it. I watched it too. We'd taken a solemn vow not to, Bronwyn and I, but when we turned it on "for a look" it turned out to be just too fascinating to ignore.
It's not something I'm proud of, mind you.
And as for the poem, that just happened. Type-casting, you might say. After all, I have already written a poem called "Zen and the Art of America's Next Top Model" which you can check out on the nzepc if you like. I promise to try very hard not to do it again.
Anyway, that's my excuse - what's yours?
