The Devil That Doesn't Wear Prada Poem by Vani Agarwal

And all those times they raise their eyebrows in doubt,
because I refused selfies, Forever 21 and pouts.

They stare at me as I take big bites, beating the boys,
I ignore them, because they understand only Zayn Malik's voice.

I listen to heavy metal, rock and roll,
While they measure the food they eat in a small bowl.

No, I am not a stereotype.
I am different and I hate the hype.

Shopping and manicures aren't my piece of cake,
but chocolates and pizzas I will readily take!

Giggling and blushing is always strange,
And I am too lazy, I will never change.

Ready for parties with their eyeliner on!
Dresses are fine, but girl, this isn't a comic con.

So all my dear girlfriends, being shallow doesn't make you a girl,
As one must dive deep in, to obtain a pearl.

Trust me, makeup can't change you, for it too fades away,
and backstabbing is weak. Confront me and say what you have to say.

Be who YOU want to, not what others want,
Because the only thing the world knows is how to taunt.

So wear your shades in style and your sweat pants,
please leave the cat fights and annoying rants.

Don't make money the criterion to choose a friend,
You will never find anyone true, the strife would never end.

It's alright if people don't like going to malls,
Proms and farewells aren't the last time you'll attend balls.

Don't call puppies cute because you run from dogs,
and don't talk of salads in front of people like me-hogs.


And still, if you choose to be this girl out of a ‘chick flick',
At least don't judge me, because it makes me really sick.