By Mikayla Morrison   

She's beautiful

With her pearly white teeth

And hair that flies in the wind like an eagle.

She prances down the hall

With her pumps

And Gucci bag,

Flaunting money

And manicured nails.

You give her a smile

And all she gives back is a glare.

The boys crowd around her

And she just soaks it in.

She has everything she wants,

But still wants more.

She jets to Milan

And spends a million dollars.

That's her rich-girl life.