Hid behind jealousy
therefore I couldn’t see
while I tried to be Becky
Becky tried to be me

Gotta find selfesteem
and get out of this dream
of bulimic models… its wrong yet it seems
that with a body goes dreams
picture a bodyless spleen
on the vibe magazine
here’s our next top model and we gaze like its peace

After all this I’m told that the jock
every girl thought was hot
wanted me but forgot
cause the barbie he bought
thought it best if he got
rid of what he felt back when he use to see
in the eyes of a man who true love was his need
disbeleif disbeleif
I understand why he pushed me to the back of his mind
but he still can not find
becky behind
the folded skin
toothless grin
so he settles down with tears filling his bottle of gin

This poem was written/submitted by Ahlam.