The tell me I'm beautiful

'Wow,'

I hear all the time.

'I wish I had curls like yours.'

Or

'Boys must be all over you.'

And they say that like 

It's a good thing,

To have boys attracted to you

Because you have a nice figure.

And maybe it is.

But just once, 

I'd like to sit down with a guy,

And talk about the moon

And the stars,

The earth

and all the creatures

That live on it.

And whether or not 

We are truly lone

in this strange place.

But instead I'm stuck

With shallow boys,

Interested in nothing

But the nice piece of ass

They think they're going to get.