her hair falls down her back and
glistens as she flaunts passed me
confidently
she has new jeans and heels that click down the hallways announcing her
arrival
she smiles at everyone and it is so
clean and beautiful that you can't help
but stare
her skin is smooth like the girls'
in the commercials that flash on your
screen
if i am compared to a daisy in a field
of roses then she is the earth
in which they sprout from
she is the definition of lady like
while I am the elbows on the table
at dinner time
she is the girl next door
the one you marry and have at least
2.5 children with
i am the one who has whispered
curses and disappointing stares to
define her
she is not sugar and honey but instead
is the combination of lavender and pine
relaxing and natural
i am hours in the mirror
staring at my reflection wondering
when will it start answering back
she doesn't own a mirror for fear
that she will behave selfishly
because looking at yourself is vain
i think looking at myself
is punishment that i was so wrongly
convicted with
but my paroles aren't short lived
it's a constant voice in my head
saying i'll never be like her
she is everything i am not
because i am not like her
but i want to be
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC
her hair falls down her back and
glistens as she flaunts passed me
confidently
she has new jeans and heels that click down the hallways announcing her
arrival
she smiles at everyone and it is so
clean and beautiful that you can't help
but stare
her skin is smooth like the girls'
in the commercials that flash on your
screen
if i am compared to a daisy in a field
of roses then she is the earth
in which they sprout from
she is the definition of lady like
while I am the elbows on the table
at dinner time
she is the girl next door
the one you marry and have at least
2.5 children with
i am the one who has whispered
curses and disappointing stares to
define her
she is not sugar and honey but instead
is the combination of lavender and pine
relaxing and natural
i am hours in the mirror
staring at my reflection wondering
when will it start answering back
she doesn't own a mirror for fear
that she will behave selfishly
because looking at yourself is vain
i think looking at myself
is punishment that i was so wrongly
convicted with
but my paroles aren't short lived
it's a constant voice in my head
saying i'll never be like her
she is everything i am not
because i am not like her
but i want to be
i want to be someone i'm not, but what else is new