I wonder sometimes, what is like to be woman,
I wonder what it is to be a girl boys like to chase.
what it feels like to have skin the right shade of black.
just a tint of dark, a little lighter ,yes, perfect ,light skinned.
I wonder too what it is to be skinny.
to wear half tops and be half happy.
to sit crossed legged and be pretty
the right kind of pretty.
like the ones boys like to hold.
I often wonder what it must be to be perfect.
pretty eyed,perfect smile,sparkle teeth,right laugh
like the ones people like to like.
like her, and her and all of them.
I wonder everyday, what it must mean to be beautiful.