No one

No one sees her
nobody sees her dance down the halls through with no ipod in, just her imagination motioning her body
or the way she twirls her pen when she gets stuck on a problem
the way she dances at school organized functions, all random and choppy but harmoniously
or all the silly things she does at parks, like taking the swing for a ride, like we all did before we could drive and thought of life entered us
no one knows that she has glasses. she thinks she looks funny but she has a Liberians sweetness to her, a serenity that cascades over her body like a billowing rapid, shes angelic.
but has a klutziness to her that humanizes her in that godly way.
a female titan among men, among the same souls that hold her back from full filling who she is, a leaders in disguise as a cheerleader, dancer and chess player.
she debates her weekends away rather than forgetting her action like a sorority sister.
she prefers gems that are common yet capture the world in their light, but she is a diamond in the rough capturing eyes of men and women, the twinkle of recognition in us all, the war we will never win but no blood will be shed fore no one truly ees her for who she is.
no one sees the faces she makes in the mirror, or the impersonations she does, the stern teacher, a dramatic prose or a dying monologue but she is far from it all, she is live, she is imbued with it and enchanted with the spirit of the living. a being protected by a force shield from the dead and any ill wishes. shes the one
that we will turn too, the one in charge
she paints you a picture of a different girl when you see her at school but she appreciates all life. she says you cant appreciate life living off a water and yogurt diet, as she snacks on a large chocolate shake, no one sees that side. she lives healthy but has fun, whats the use of it all if ur going to hurt yourself and just end up dying. so live it up, she walks among the parking lot and vies the world through the emerald pools, and smiles at stranger and glances back as a little girl is carried by her mom cries for her dad to stop speeding off with her sister in their only wheelchair, she yells it 3 times and the parents smile and laugh, and her sister glee's in delight as she picks up speed and is trashed by the wind, its the small things that make the puzzle pieces of life.
your my inspiration for writing, your my everyday rainbow that shines brightly and clears my windshield of life so i can no longer see the dirt, but only the good, like you do.
teach by example and they will follow.
she doesn't want others to know she has a sister, she loves, adores and envies her older sister.
her older sis is better than she will ever be, the prodigal sister as it were, the star that shines bright in their parents sky.
the apple of their eye, or whatever fruit, she actually prefers raspberries, something a slot sweeter
just like her, i have heard her kiss is like taking a bite out of raw sugar cane, so sweet and addicting, it leaves you wanting more like that dessert the restaurant that was just too small
but they will never know a piece will never suffice, never ever.
the whole cake is better than any slice, to know her as a whole is priceless compared to your 15 mins of fame with her
but she is not a star of Hollywood but a star of my world
the only one in my entire universe
I'm just a poor schmuck and shes queen of the world, or soon to be
no one knows her dance moves are made up
or she shops discount store for her clothes, but she wants to own a nightlife collection of swanky attire, but she will never change, Kohl's and target will always do, its what worked up to this point. she accessories with rings, watches, necklaces and earring that look coach but the price tag screams Macy's.
shes a world of sexified contradictions and she flaunts it and makes it look good, so good in face the school paper is having a fashion week after her, and a yearly thing in the book, just all for Little her.
she a VIP but her name is unknown, she smiles and gets in
her smile steels my heart to the point, and her face glows like the aftermath of war but no destruction has or will ever touch her body.
she plays sinfully but the angles will adore her for ages to come,
she moves extempersouly around the dance floor as her dress moves spastically around her well endowed tanned thighs, due to its tightness pressed to her own body. the lights are blazing like a fire, roaring up and down and left to right but
she is the only person with a halo around her figure
her curls bouncing and swaying
in a slow motion fashion, shes a screen shot flashed over and over again, every shot is better than the last but still as perfect and equal as the first.
when she walks into a camera on somebody elses the picture will come out fuzzy and blurry
cept save for her, she will be as clear as the day, after a morning rain washed out last night grub.
when she moves it rains glitter, all sparkly it remind you of a fairy tale and a happy ending
with Mr/Mrs charming
i want to know that feeling
she wants to know the feeling too
no one asks her to dance, there all too scared
they will be rejected
her boyfriend will beat em up
(she's single)
someone already asked
none of the above qualify, she goes the club, hits em up and drinks her cosmo with ehr girls who dance regularly with strangers
all she wants to do is dance
she just wants someone to ask her, anyone
she is not shallow, she sees the beauty in anyone
no one sees her cry
I do. i see her as she was meant to be seen. i see her like the God made her, like he saw her in all her shining light and all i have to say is
"would you care to dance my dear?"