This is a poem to all you little girls that are all so preppy and are quite the styler, this is a poem to all my classmates and friends that think being pretty means Sephora never ends, this is a poem made to stop hate on girls without a Stanley and girls who felt the hate, this is a poem to figure out the truth of what being preppy means or if it's a trick for all of us too. This is a poem to tell what's right from wrong to tell that your destiny may have been wrong all along, you might think that skincare and Stanley's are the right way too go, but many secrets hide in there formulas and websites we know. So please share and spread this poem to be read make my voice heard to all my preppy girls, make the Sephora girls stop once and for all so please heart, star and remix to share and beyond.
please heart, star, remix so this will be heard. Also tell me if I should post this with my voice, in the comments! <333 bye and thank you for listening. XOXO -Helina
