the other girl

You still wanna be the girl though…

The one that walks into a room with no flaws, 

hair perfectly curled,

 sun kissed girls that twirl on the dance floor. 

And doors get held open for them at every chance,

by guys that just want one dance..

one more glance,

at their effortless beauty. 

And they powder their nose on their smooth soft skin,

they’re petite they’re slim with no double chin and their fashion is peak.

Their makeup is sleek and they smell like fresh roses 

There’s just no critique for these girls that we see, the girls that I meet. 

These girls that aren’t me. 

Because the girl that is me,

the girl that I see,

although she has some beauty, 

her hairs kinda droopy and wet from the sweat that is caused because she dances too much,

her makeups lost touch, foundation is melting and swelting and rough 

Tightly closed eyelids,

Because her skin should be hid because this girl that I see

And I wish, this wasn’t how it felt to feel like me sometimes, 

Because I know that I’m so much more then fine,infact I shine in my own way.

i try to tell myself, it’s fine just to be me- 

I have  a body that moves and boogies freely and a personality.

 that offers so much. 

A creative brain that keeps me in touch with my self and with other… in a world that utters and splutters pure crap from the gutters. The same crap that makes us believe we’re not as deserving as others, those others that are actually our equals 

because there isn’t a hierarchy  when it comes to who is deserving of respect… well… ATLEAST  there shouldn’t be and that's something I KNOW…

I still, sometimes, catch myself wanting to be that other girl though…

~E