I may not be the prettiest girl

I may not be the prettiest girl in the room

I won’t have the shiniest hair

Or the most captivating smile

Or the most confident walk

There’s a chance I’m not

the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen

And I’m certainly not the thinnest

(and these I’m taking off the table as of now

so you won’t later try to pass

thoughtless pickup lines as compliments)

I may not be the prettiest girl in the room

and I don’t need you to think so

I want you to say

something substantial

Because I’m substantially made

from the substance of dreams

Earth below my feet

and head way up in the clouds

I see things

I feel things

Mostly, I listen

Even when nobody else would

So don’t small talk your way over

I’m not small

I’m big

I’m huge

I’m a substantial feather

made of nothingness

and I’m so light

Don’t come to me if you want

my smile to light up your world

My smile won’t cut it

if you won’t light it yourself

Don’t waste your time, my dear

I have none left to waste

because my schedule is booked

I’m thoroughly occupied by

stopping and smelling the roses

You should try it sometime

Don’t stare at me from across a room

Don’t expect me to know from

short lived meaningless glances

Don’t fixate

Come over and say what you have come to say

Come over and explain

the substance of your

shimmering gaze

Come over and talk

I won’t settle for less

I may not be the prettiest girl in the room

But I’m one of the few who know

the secret:

It doesn’t matter

I’m still human