I'd be Things Fall Apart.
I would teach you something important,
While remaining a beautiful work of art.

You'd find out in the end,
Why a 120 pound white girl
Would be the one they send.

I would give you a safe world,
I would show you another universe,
In your arms, for safe keeping, I would always be curled.

There would be significant wear and tear,
But my cover would be soft and deceiving,
Like my shiny velvet hair.

If I were a book,
I would sit exclusively on your shelf
Because what are the chances of being understood by anyone else?

On a bench I've never sat on, absorbing a brand new view.
I wonder if listening when people tell you who they are is something I should still do.
You give me different kinds of highlights, sort of like a preview.
But will I ever know if these things are even in you?

If your hesitation resides inside your glance
Will you walk tall to show pride?
Is it in your stance?
Where is it that you hide your romance?
See a person is so complex, I fear I'll never truly know after a lifetime, much less a first glance.