I scrub and scrub,
until my skin stings,

wondering why,
I don't look "clean,"

darker skin, darker hair,
they've led me to believe
there must be something ***** here

You said I'm the only one in the world,
but I realize, I'm not the only one in yours,

A lump in my throat,
why do I still believe you?

they said, if it hurts you,
then it's not worth you,

then why do I want you to stay,
even if just to hurt me

it departs from him,
the most beautiful song,

lullaby melody,
the sweetest hum,

a sense of melancholy,
my tummy's butterflies flit around,

he sang his song,
I sang along,
he stole my butterflies,
and went along

I finally mustered the courage,
to wear a blouse a size smaller,

until I saw myself in the mirror,
and I heard a light chuckle

I saw this once,
in Philosopher's Stone,
that the wand picks the wizard,
not the other way around

I realized today,
at the bookstore in town,
that the book picks the reader,
not the other way around