I’ll never be her
That girl with the dress
The one that covers all but her legs and her breasts
I’ll never be her
That girl with the smile
The kind that hides shame, and other things vile
I’ll never be her
The girl all boys want
The kind that teases, tricks, and taunts
I’ll never be her
I’ll never give in
The storm hit so fast, I didn’t know the boat I’d gotten in
I’ll never be her
The girl with those pants
The kind that hides her body, and makes her shout can’ts
I’ll never be her
That girl with the baby face
The kind that plays alone with no need to carry mace
I’ll never be her
That girl boys ignore
The kind that doesn’t ask because she knows the turn down in store
I’ll never be her
I’ll never go back
Continuous self admiration is something girls lack.