Greet My Reality

Out of bed, up for the day,

Greeting my own reali”tay”

Who knows what will happen today in the real world of Arabella?

Will I say yes to the dress in Nordstrom or from the toddler get her tiara?

At school, will I find love and hip hop with the guy standing in the hall?

Is he living in the real world or a human wrecking ball?

             Does Chrisley or Mama know best when my hopes are Kar-dashed?

Will I get invited to the party down south or will I be on the D list?

My life sometimes feels like an episode of Punk’d or girls behaving badly

But with American grit, my own reality will be better than shows on the telly.


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