The Girl I’m Not


Who is she, that girl that you want?
The girl that I am not.

I’ve never met her, yet she dominates our lives.

When we talk, I feel her lurking.
I feel her presence when we disagree.



Why is it I know she exists merely because you believe?

I’m sorry that I am the woman I am,
Instead of the girl you think you see,
The one I never was, and will never be.

Kandace Blevin 6-7-99




Location: Hanahan, SC 29410, USA

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