Main Attraction
Come one, come all Move quickly and reserve the best seats The show is about to begin
The lights go dim, and a hush falls over the crowd But as the curtains are drawn, a question is raised A question that provokes an uproar
What is the main attraction She is a girl And nothing more
On the contrary, heed these words Scrutinize her as though she were a freak And soon enough that is what she will become
© Lauren Michele Poetry, 2013
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