Sep 12, 2008 17:58
I've always been
Amazonian
Despite the ample
Second breast
A beast of curves
A swervy messy
Complicated physique
"Shoulders like a line-backer"
They'd tell me
And they don't see
What they really say is
"You aren't her"
The infamous "She"
Whom everyone desires
To be
The somehow virgin
Whore
Who everyone adores
And is the nation's idol
The idle idyllic slut
With the perfect….
But,
I'm getting away from the point
I'm not her and she's not me
And I don't think we
Would even get along
Her whose thighs
Have never met
Either 'cause she's skinny
Or
Someone's always in-between them
Sucking up
To "the Girl Next-door"
Though she's never been
My neighbor.
Contradictory appearance
Of innocence
So beautiful
She's beyond rebuke
Or question
She Not Me
Is the one the world wants
And wants me to be-
Come
But I can't
And maybe wouldn't
If I could
Well…..
Maybe
It'd be hard to resist
Becoming the golden
Goddess
Goodness, the temptation
Would be strong.
What's the view, you think
From the highest pedestal of all?
But then again
It'd be
A hell of fall
And being grounded is a
Goodness too.
And I for one
Think I'll keep me
As I am.