I wish I were not so gorgeous,
I go around looking at drooling jaws
on the grainy ground.
Channing Tatum runs after me, wanting me.
He can’t resist.
My phone blows up with calls everyday,
from all the modeling agents who want to hire me.
Boys stare at my hips,
and then want a kiss on the lips.
If they touch me I'm a black belt,
even though they would still melt.
I wish I were not so pretty.
I walk down the street and all I see is fluorescent flashes
from cameras snapping pictures of me.
If I were to pass away,
the world would stop spinning.
Nobody would be able to live,
without seeing my beautiful face anymore.
It’s just not possible.