They say she came from the sea,
with diamonds and peals,
from head to knee.

But who is she?
Does anyone know?
Is she anything but beauty from head to toe?

Think about it.
Does she walk fast,
avoiding lingering eyes?
Does she get good grades?
Is she a secret spy?

Think about it.
I beg of you! I want to know if she’s real,
or just a plastic barbie,
with a pushed up heel.

Think about it.
I’ve gotta know!
Is she anything like me,
high or low?
Does she get up at four a.m
just to brush her hair, right before gym?
Or does she whip it up into a neat, tight, ponytail,
ready for the day, and won’t accept to fail?

Think about it.
Please!
What is she like?
If she is offended,
will she start a fight?

Oh, just think about it!
Tell me what I want to know!
Is she a thinker,
or does is everything a no-brainer?

Because if she’s anything like me,
anything at all,
I would grab her by the arm,
and never let her fall.

We’d become the best of friends,
every passing day,
we’d grow closer, and closer,
until there’s not an empty space.

But if she’s not,
don’t worry! I won’t pick on her,
or make her worry.
I’d be just as nice,
as if she was exactly like me.

I would love her,
more than myself twice!