Gringa

I was always shy, Secretly... I wasn't afraid of People looking at me, But I was afraid that They might Actually see me- I've always been good At showing people what They want to see, But there's always that fear They'll see something that I didn't mean for them to... Maybe that's why I loved him. He took whatever I gave him And didn't ask any questions; He took whoever I gave him And never wondered if The person that I gave him Was me- He kept asking to see More of me, But never actually Looked to see a person... To him, I was... A smile- I was blue eyes, And blonde hair, And white skin- I would always Be too gringa To mean anything More that that- Too gringa To be anything More than Skin...