Miss Popular - Poem by July Legaspi
It's not so long ago,
When you're an ordinary person to,
You make friends with anybody,
Just like everybody.
But looked at you now,
Some things may had been changed somehow,
People see you as their idol,
That can win any obstacle.
You're one of a kind,
With a big mind,
Young and strong,
Pretty and witty,
You treat everyone nicely,
That makes you Miss Congeniality.
But is this really you,
With all the fame, the money, and the luxury,
Or it's just part of your Malibu party,
That could boost your popularity.
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