Superwoman
She looks like me.
She’s young and she’s old.
She’s short and she’s tall.
Her skin is soft, sometimes wrinkled, and sometimes not.
Her eyes are dark hazel like the smooth mocha chino that she likes to drink,
And that I steal sips from.
She looks like me.
She’s young and she’s old.
She’s short and she’s tall.
Her skin is soft, sometimes wrinkled, and sometimes not.
Her eyes are dark hazel like the smooth mocha chino that she likes to drink,
And that I steal sips from.