©Sascha Darlington, Moonrise Sandbridge Beach
Not Like The Other Girls
She’s not like the other girls,
the ones in bits of bikinis
cells poised before faces,
clicking pouty poses.
Her breasts grew early
she’s tried to hide them
behind folded arms
smile shyly at guys she really likes.
She’s the kind to be lost in romantic daydreams.
Imaging interactions where there may
or may not have been one.
She’s the kind to laugh loudly
at things she finds funny.
Her nails neatly filed
She likes eyeliner and mascara
but doesn’t shave every part of her body.
When she’s alone she daydreams of him,
but it’s unrealistic, stupid, because:
She’s not like the other girls, posing.
She’s always been real.
She can’t pretend not to be.