I am writing this poem about her.
Not me.
Her.
She is her.
And her is me.
That’s what im know to people, her.
Nothing can make me known as a some body.
I will always be a no body.
A no body among some bodies.
I no body with flowing blond hair.
A no body with gray eyes.
A no body with size 7 shoe.
Just a no body among some bodies.
Well, what if this nobody wants to be a some body in her little nobody world?
Would all the some bodies shut me out?
This no body.
This her.
Is a human being.
Just like you; a some body.
I eat like you.
I sleep like you.
I cry sometimes.
I smile sometimes.
I have feelings, too.
Just like you.
You.
A some body.
Me.
A no body.
But to you; a some body, I; a no body, don’t have feelings.
Feelings that don’t matter to some bodies.
So, do you feel like a no body too?