Girls
We live behind chipped nail
polish and smudgy makeup.
None of us are perfect, and
none of us are whole.
We let boys carry our heart
away on their gallant white
horses,
Completely aware that they're
not our princes.
We cry at romantic movies,
Only because we know that
that glamorous love
Doesn't exist.
Our expectations are too high
for our reality,
And our hopes are larger than
our dreams.
We often let our infatuation
with boys make our decisions.
Drama is the boat we ride
On our way to maturity,
And jealousy is the iceberg
We can't avoid
Best friends are the people we
call
When there's the littlest things
that mean the world to us,
And we're dying to tell
someone who cares.
We make big mistakes,
Are we're all beautiful for it.
We all have similarities and
differences,
But we're all equal.
Our nail polish chips,
And our makeup is never
perfect.
We're girls.
And we're pretty amazing for
it.
Copyright © Jennifer Smalls | Year Posted 2014
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