You were placed on the middle roll, in the Church Choir.  When everyone began to sing; you moved up a step higher.  
YOU WANT TO BE SEEN.
The family put you in the center, to take a photo shot.  You were the first to complain, that you look like a dot.
YOU WANT TO BE SEEN.
You have put on every color; you can ever dream.  You make sure you are in front; you want them to announce your name.
YOU WANT TO BE SEEN.
You are sitting at the table, with all types of food.  Because it is so tasty; you moan licking your fingers, acting very rude.
YOU WANT TO BE SEEN.
While standing in the Street, in front of a crowd; no one is speaking, why are you talking loud?
YOU WANT TO BE SEEN.
BY, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing