Dedicated to Ivy

 

One day I will be a real girl

The kind that mothers do not regret

With soft manners and wispy hair

Crossed legs, sloping shoulders that you

Would rather caress

I have to laugh here

For whom am I kidding

I am not that easy

My palms are calloused

I bite my nails

Sometimes I take scissors to my own hair

I might say yes

But its never that fully

Impressive and solid

My jeans are worn

But I smile where the patches show

The places I have been

The me you cannot know

So long as you regret the girl I am