Other Girls
I am not other girls,
she said.
What are other girls?
Bottle blonde?
Caked with makeup?
Boyfriends?
Idiotic and illiterate?
Clothes of questionable cleavage coverage?
Limitless friends?
Look around.
Teresa's black hair.
Martha's plain face.
Alejandra sitting alone.
Jane lost in a book.
Lucy in a hoodie.
"Other girls" is a lie.
You are not as special,
or as outstanding,
or as intelligent as you think,
just because you aren't
"other girls."
Other girls are you.
By thinking that way about "other girls"
you're only hurting your cause.