beautiful
she's beautiful
shades of gray in her eyes
cellulite behind her thighs.
and all the rumors she never denies
(or complies to)
..that must make them true.

her words are spoken like a storybook
no one seems to give a second look
we didn't plan to build a wall, but there it stood
it's no good, we know, but we might as well
since we don't offer "hellos" to anyone at all anymore
our old façade goes crashing to the floor
we attempt to be independent and isolated
so lonely that we make her feel degraded
and she's not the only one we alienate!
oh, isn't it great?
how no one reciprocates?

i love how we try so hard to be the same
if someone different should come along,
they are to blame.
if i weren't so brainwashed, i think i'd feel ashamed
of our system of closed doors
embracing each other is a neglected chore
perhaps what i'd feel most ashamed of
is how i know:

that if she were here first,
then we'd all be
reversed.

beautiful
she's beautiful
shades of gray in her eyes
cellulite behind her thighs
wearing openly the flaws we try to hide.
we disguise, we minimize, we patronize, we generalize
we ostracize.we don't realize

she's beautiful beautiful beautiful.

© 2008 - Lynn O'Brien