An interestingly written poem from the perspective of five different females of varying ages when asked the question "Why Prada?". TEASER Twenty three: you know YOLO right?!!! (Laughs again). Sixteen: My friends won't talk to me anymore if I don't. (Raises voice slightly). Thirteen: My mom says it advertises to the world that I'm better than them. (Adjusts seating). Fifty: it costs a lot of money so it's valuable. Valuable things have to cost money other wise what's the point. (remains blank). Thirty five: it makes me seem happy. (Still smiling). Disclaimer This poem wasn't made to bash Prada, they're one of my favourite brands actually, I was just trying to create a non-traditional poem and this seemed like a good topic.