Dear Rachel - Poem by Shirley Hanley
Why do I watch you Rachel Zoe?
God only knows.
The doctor said you had vertigo...
''how long will this last'' you asked?
The doctor said a few days to the rest of your life...
''I can't do this you said, I'm too busy''.
The doctor told you to reduce your stress...
''that's like telling a singer not to sing''you said.
''My life is a cluttered-cluster-f*ck'' you said.
What are you about Rachel Zoe, I ask myself?
Why do I find you interesting?
Why do I care if you make your deadlines?
There's a child starving in Africa.
Why do I care that so and so looked great
on the Red Carpet because you styled them?
There's a mother being raped in Bosnia.
You're extremely affected in your speech patterns.
Your husband speaks just like you.
Your both prone to exaggeration for emphasis.
[I think it's a Beverly Hills or a Hollywood thing? ]
You collect clothes like catladies collect cats.
You're obsessive and riddled with perfectionism
and speak your mind when you probably shouldn't.
'' I need to grow an edit button'' you said of yourself
while pointing to your brain.
You had an auction for charity...
that was charitable of you.
You donated 200 pieces of your personal jewelry.
Your collection is so extensive
you couldn't even tell the pieces were missing.
And somewhere in Brazil
a homeless waife robs with deadly force
to feed himself and his brother.
To work as your assistant
is an exercise in tolerance
and they earn every dollar twice over
for the dose of stress that comes with the job.
So why do I feel compelled
to watch you do the things you do?
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