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I want to be perfect not for me, but for everybody else. I want to be judged and I want to be compared. I want to be held up against the smartest people in my class so that I can be dumb. I want to be put up against the singer, the actress, and the supermodel so that I can know how ugly I really am. I want to be perfect not for me but for everybody else so that I can go crazy trying to get that way, trying to be smart. So that I can be anorexic trying to be skinny, because you know and I know that their idea of a phatty girl ain't anybody that's fat fo'real. But hell, I like food so that ain't happening. But anyway I still want to be perfect for my family and friends so that they can brag about someone they don't really understand. So they can say my baby girl, my sister, or my best friend is gonna save the world with her brain, along with the family name, and be a doctor too. I want to be so perfect that everybody starts to believe it. So perfect that I loose my hips, and my cheeks are replaced with high ass cheek bones, so that my short hair grows into these long crinkles that flow when I dance, and that suddenly everything metamorphosizes from what I used to have. Damn I want to be perfect so everybody else can be happy while I die inside.





Robyn V. Evans

01/05/02

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