Looking for tall, attractive male
Mostly just for cuddles and being cute
Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to be rude
I've seen about a kazillion of you a day
But none of you seem to see me, and I know I'm short
But c'mon. I think I'm adorable.
Well, adorable in the sense that I can be that
Sometimes I think you see me, glimpse for a moment
The turn away because what you see isn't adorable
It's monstrous and vile, opinionated and self expressive
Perhaps I'm just not your type, not anyone's type
Because who could love a woman?
I don't have huge teeth or extra toes or a boil or hope
I'm not a monster, you see, I'm just me
A girl with a dream wrapped up so well in insecurities
It's hard to know what a dream is
(16 November 2015)
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An Aged, Bitter Collection of Poetry, Prose, & Papers
PoesíaThere once was a sad girl, not that long ago, in a kingdom not so far away. Perhaps a glance into her somber scribbles might help you on your quest to scribble for yourself.
