They Don’t Know

They don't know.

They don't know the reason I smell like

Chanel perfume.

It's because I save the paper perfume samplers in
my grandma's Macy's catalog and
make them

last.

Each day.

They don't know the reason I come to school with perfectly

curled hair

every morning.

It's because
I dance in the rain

at midnight

and sleep with my hair

in braids.

They can't know.