ME
I look different than the others

Their silky hair and pale skin like milky skim

“You’re beautiful” says all the mothers

But my mother can see I’m nothing like them.

They are the epiphany of beauty –

I’m just a plain Jane…

I wish I could share in their beauty

Instead of sitting thinking of all the gain.

I’ve been used but also had fun

My friends keep me busy

We play jump rope and dress up lit up by the sun

I think we are bees much buzzy.

Sometimes the world is unfair

But even now I see it something we must bare.