See Me?

I am not the kind of girl

That musicians write songs about.

I am not a wild child with Magic X in my pocket,

Nor am I the girl-next-door with see-through blinds.

 

I am not the kind of girl

That poets immortalize in verse.

I am not the face that launched a thousand ships,

Nor am I a pretty milkmaid tumbling in the hay.

 

I am not the kind of girl

That photographers beg to capture on film.

I am not an over-sexualized centerfold,

Nor am I a long-legged Los Angeles Amazon.

 

I am the kind of girl

That those kinds of people refuse to see. 

I am the unnoted observer laughing at the world,

And I can live with that.

The End

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