I am what no one writes about- I am pink lipstick and elbows I am neither delicate nor passionate I am clean socks and the lack of smell that television has, when compared to books
I am what no one writes about- I am shirts which hang rather than draping over supple skin I am walks on the beach cut short abruptly I am the itch at the back of your neck I am what no one writes about.
I am what no one writes about- I am unrebellious but unsuccessful daughters I am unpeculiar unspectacular and uninspiring I am underappreciated when underdressed I am unthought of and unspoken. I am who no one writes about.