I’m the girl with the curly hair;

The one with four eyes and a moustache;

The girl whose brother promised laser hair removal when engaged;

The one with a two syllable foreign name.
I’m the girl that is told is weird;

The one that is ‘special’;

The one with a mouse on a running wheel inside her head;

The girl who writes fake notes to not play sport. 
I’m the girl that hates numbers but devours words;

The one who sees through people;

The one with instinct as sharp as a claw;

The girl who fits with rage at injustice. 
I’m the girl that’s told to go back to their own country;

The one who speaks two languages but understands three;

The one that doesn’t drink;

The ‘religious’ one. 
I’m the girl that makes peace at home;

The girl with the crying mother and absent father;

The one who has brokered deals with God;

The one that sleeps like a foetus. 
I’m the girl with the chastity belt;

The last standing virgin in a sea of blondes;

The one forbidden to go on schoolies;

The one in bed at home every night. 
I’m the girl that is ‘easily distracted’;

The one that talks too much in class;

The girl that is segregated;

The one that makes others laugh. 
I’m the girl eating the pomegranate;

The one that smells of turmeric and thyme;

The girl that can’t say no when offered seconds;

The one in a lamb induced food coma. 
I’m the girl that was forced to swim;

The last one in a race;

The girl that heard the sounds of jeering;

The one with a lack of discipline. 
I’m the girl that’s been mistaken for a boy;

The one called an ugly duckling;

The one that wrote a love letter;

The girl that got refused. 
I’m the girl that’s looking at you looking at me;

The girl that wants you to stop looking and let me be;

The girl;

The one.