Not what I was expecting for the first class...

Well...if I had to break in my personal journal, I might as well do it with a bit of writing. Though, I have to say, I wasn't expecting to write this on the first day of my research methods class.

I don't like the last line, but he only gave us 5 minutes to work on it. I might come back to it later.

Daddy

She stares back at me
Lipsticked
Eye-lined
High-heeled and pencil thin
With a nervous touch to hair gone tousled from the day.

Mirror image, I grimace and she
Grimaces with me
Wishing for foundation
and
Unchipped nails

Beautiful.
Turn heads. Smile bright. Talk
Smart.
I leave her and hug you.
Arms tight, seeking strength and pride and

Try not to care
When you turn with a critical eye
To say “No contacts, today?”