That thing that teeters there upon tethered shoes:

The make-up outline of her face,
Makes her indistinguishable from a clown.
The lacquer that she bathed in leaves behind a bitter taste.
Her mouth curls from the morning grind leaving a puckered frown.
These women hock their dignity in the Dunkin Donuts line
She topples in on her high-rise high heels
"We wanna be sexy and powerful, we wanna be Fine!"
Her lips a hue of tangerine and teal,
She walks past as eyes advert attention,
Her life too miserable to mention.