not the heroine she dreams of being.
and not even the preppy girl.
no she must be "handsome"
and that grates on her ears.
like centipedes walking all over
pricking, crawling, and tingling,
and not at all a cause for celebration.
it isn't safe- her parents say.
they are right- this is Texas afterall-
but for the wrong reasons.
nevermind that it brightens her,
just thinking about such things.
nevermind that she feels more alive
wearing makeup and chapstick and nail polish
than in not wearing them at all.
she wants to twirl and dance
she wants to be soft and warm
not to smell of body odor and sweat.
she just wants to be a woman- that's it.
the saddest thing is that
she doesn't know that she already is.