There is a girl inside me
in my stomach
she is me.
She sits and stares at a screen
an old dusty comp from the nineties.
It has a black backdrop
and weird yellow writing.
I hide around the corner
in a small pink hallway
trying to get a peek
of that screen.
She does not look at me
only the screen.
I want to know what is on that screen!
It holds everything about me
I need to succeed
but my body is a place foreign to me
and poking around the corner,
this me is not ready.
The girl at screen is dignified
people probably take her seriously
(when not staring at a screen).
I imagine her to be one of those people we all see:
walking around tall drinking coffee.
walking about town
on their way somewhere
they always know where they are going
and what they are doing is important
important and dignified and caffeinated
than what everyone else is doing.
They don't care to stare
at the shoes
on a bus
they are very busy
time is very valuable
and they love coffee.