Wishful Thinking

Sometimes I wish
My hair was gold instead of round
Like the sun
And more like silk than wool
That my nose turned up
Or narrowed
Like the dolls I played with
And the girls I didn't 

Then I wish
All heads were bald that the insides would know true Beauty
And all eyes would see past the end of a nose 
And know the same thing
In all, togetherness and Love.

But I do love my full lips
And full of Love 
How they know to kiss.
Had you had the chance to know
You’d be pleasantly surprised