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