What I am not

I am not a superhero in bullet proof cape and tights
I am not a garbage can or sink full of dishes
I am not a squirrel climbing the side of the tree
I am not a piece of paper to be filed away

I am not Chapstick that heals bleeding lips
I am not a freeway overpass unmoved by the wind
I am not an airplane surveying the landscape from miles above
I am not a glass of champagne with fizz floating to the top

I am just a girl learning and living in los angeles
scared of the dark sometimes
watching TV sometimes, working the 8 - 5, trying to make conversation at a party and
figuring out what it means to be
faithful