At first I didn´t realize your hair was dyed
I hadn´t noticed your long legs, your longer heels,
and your poor taste in choosing the tightest jeans.
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Well expressed, although the last stanza is a bit obscure to me.
where is the dream? what is the need? dumbells raised in the sweatiest gyms what ever happened to the ugly duck turned beast? Amigo Luis, let me see, i believe you say she had no dreams and there was no need fo her to be as she was....so materialistic. She was ugly inside and outside and in this case the ugly duckling never turned into a swan but a beast instead as her inside never changed and you wonder what happened to her. The beauty of your poem is it can be seen from different prespectives.