She sits at the middle seats in a crowd
She likes to be seen but not too much
Girls like her feel lucky because of your gaze at them
Not because their mama never told they are beautiful
Not because they haven’t seen the beauty that oozes out of them
But because you are the embodiment of societal standards
And if they are what you like then they are acceptable
The world’s opinion has never really mattered to her
But you care about what the world thinks
And she really wants you to notice her
So dress one, world what do you think?
Dress two, world what do you think?
Dress three, world what do you think?
Just trying to get him to like me here