Erika Lu

Holly Golightly

*spoilers for those who haven't seen Breakfast at Tiffany's*

Who would have guessed

when they saw her strolling down Fifth Avenue

draped in a sleek black dress,

hair swept into a golden brown bun

of perfection

down to the single last strand;

her dark eyes hidden behind the large frames

of sunglasses.


Who would have guessed

from the grace in her walk,

the pride in the tilt of her chin,

her elegant smile

and charming humor.


Who would have known

that this lovely, envied young lady

surrounded by an air of sophistication,

was really Lulamae Barnes

grown up on a ranch in Texas.


A phony, but a real phony.

One who had never before

taken a morning walk through New York,

or been to the public library;

one who occasionally suffers from the mean reds.


A no-name slob just like her nameless cat.

Always running from those trying to confine her,

not realizing that wherever she goes

she will always be trapped

in the cage that she built herself.


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