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The Tofu Girl

 

There is a girl who looks like herself

Yet at the same time she looks like everybody else.

Big curly hair, full of sun, falling in her face

It’s how you pick her out her in a crowded place.

A camera flash, a bright light washes over the group

And the frizzy-haired girl falls in with the troupe

Shiny white teeth, all in a row,

Who was who, you wouldn’t even know.

Out of the corner of your eye escapes a tear, maybe two,

Don’t look now but the girl is crying with you.

Rage takes over, the room is red, you nearly start a fight,

Over your shoulder, she’s there with her fists clenched tight.

You double over laughing, full of amusement,

You catch her chuckling too, this adds to your bemusement.

This girl is not you, that much is clear,

But when you’re with her you feel you’re looking in the mirror.

You begin to understand why they call her tofu girl,

She can’t help but sympathize, give your emotions a whirl.

But the photos are misleading and though she seems to blend with ease,

She’s caught in an exhausting game of trying to please.

She feels like tofu, cook her with curry or stir-fry or pho

The flavor she holds will be curry or stir-fry or pho

Her name is tofu girl, but she is not without flavor,

All of your daydreams and feelings she just can’t help but savor.

Although this is her weakness, it is also one of her strengths

It’s why she understands others at such great lengths.

Thoughts are like clothes, she’ll step into your brain like sliding on a dress,

It keeps her mind open, essential for progress

Tofu girl can look like everybody else,

But at the same time look just like herself.

Because they call her tofu girl you might think her bland,

But when she’s in a room by herself, her hopes

Her dreams

Her ambitions

Are quite grand.