Dear city girl,
I freeze in the buzzing streets as you push past me. I fumble over my words as I try to speak your tongue. I tug at my modest clothes as I see you dressed to the nines. I look at the plain Jane staring at me from the mirror as I see you making up your flawless face. I stumble on the stairs as I watch you strut in high heels.
I am not a city girl. I am a rural lass finding her way around the busy streets of city.
A hiccup in your city