She is a girl
With lips that seem a tad too plump
And eyelashes that will never be long enough
And skin as white as snow.

She is a girl
Whose doe eyes are definitely hazel
But everyone sees them as brown
And she hates brown.

She is a girl
With a contradicting, yet satisfying hair color, though it may vary,
Which is never, ever shy of a genuine brown.

She is a girl
Who can’t place mind over matter
And it usually ends up matter minus mind divided by carelessness times anxiety plus self confidence to the negative twenty sixth power.

She is a girl.