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