Who’s that girl?
Who’s that girl?
Who’s that girl?
Out of body.
I don’t remember
what I did last night,
what I said at the mic.
Nevertheless
you hugged
you kissed
you smiled
you stared
you applauded…
someone who really wasn’t there.
Whose eyes are these
glaring back at me?
Don’t know if I’ll ever
see what you see.
I want to though.
How dynamic would that be?
If I could
See my whole self?
Embrace my whole self?
Love my whole self?
BE my whole self?
Damn! Yeah, that would be phenomenal–
phenomenally me…
But first, I’d have to go
out of body.
