For The Sephora Kids And Their Parents - A poem about growing up

When we were young
we wore pound shop blue eyeshadow
shared peel off nail polish in the playground
and sucked red lollipops to stain our lips.

When we were young
our value was measured in Diesel and Longchamp
and you could not join the cool kids
if you did not share their body type.

When we were young
we had to return expensive gifts to make the money go further;
my mother said "I don't deserve designer clothes"
and I carried the wound for decades.

Now that we're old 
we take our kids for shopping sprees
we give them all their mind dreams
fulfil not theirs, but our old needs.

When they get old
will they be filled with gratitude,
or are we, in turn, getting it wrong

and raising broken kids with attitude?