pre-text: got to be one of my personal favorites, only maybe because i still feel like that...sometimes. okay okay, most of the time. written when i was a teenage girl, guess old issues never go away eh?
muse: myself and the other girls around me
doe-eyed, long silky hair
wears skirts, dresses
baby dresses
soft-spoken, shy and coy
innocent, demure, sweet
can cook, and maybe sew
giggles, with dimples
simple and loyal
does well in school, has a well-planned future
never drinks or smokes
virgin, never goes all the way
skinny waist, flawless skin
fair, shoulder bone protruding
tiny hands,tiny feet
smells good 24/7
plays the piano or netball or dance ballet
next door neighbour
good enough for mummy's little boy
and then there is
me
Bad complexion, limp fine hair
wears jeans, skimply little tops
anything revealing
too lazy to put on makeup
way too loud and obnoxious
sit with my legs open
like my mind
direct, curt and vulgar
drinks to get drunk
smokes to vent or get high or to be cool or spiteful
i holler when i laugh
complicated, too many self-inflicted issues
big feet in need of pedicure
ugly hands, bitten fingernails
slacks through school, constantly searching for a dream or future
don't do sports or music or arts
fat in all the wrong places
hangs out with too many boys
sex is just another activity now
not bad enough to be a bad girl
and that is me
nobody's dreamgirl
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