Dec.02.2003 3:30am

I'm Not.

No I'm not tan, nor have those kinky tan lines.
I'm porcelin skinned, and I'm fine with that. Just don't break me, I'm fragile in concurrence. Yeah, so.When I get old, not so many wrinkles for me I'm told.
No I don't walk around with my midriff showing, or have cleavege up to my neck.
I wear what fits, and what looks best.
I don't have your rock hard abs, or your buns of steel.
I've got curves and the nerves, to be proud and say so. I am how I feel.Real.
I don't look perfect when I'm fresh out of the shower. Who gives a damn If I'm in there for an Hour. I come out looking how you want me to be dont I? I come out looking just like I want people to see. Me.
No I don't have teeth that gleam of the whitest pearl. The colors a bit off, cuz they've been through alot. Through life, and what's real.
No I'm not that girl on t.v. or in that magazine which you read, I have my own appearance, my own way, I don't follow. I lead.
Oh, so what do I have to offer you?
Well I do have eyes of a natural blue. No contacts here, I have what I have, and they are beautifully true to you.
I do have a sense of humor.I can make you laugh, brighten your day.In which through our laughter, you and I can get away.
My lips are full, and ripe enough to kiss. A shade of pink, that when you look upon them." I want to kiss you" they make you think.
I can offer you things, of like nothing else. A person, this person, of an original identity. That person you should aspire to see, not a carbon cut copy, but me. Just me. Who else would you expect me to be? Exeptance is loving, who cares about the majority. I'd rather be free, other than empty.