Cornsilk

thought I'd be a cornsilk girl
with eyes of a revolution
but I stood instead
shorn and forgotten
unneeded but begotten

they call me plain
but in an extraordinary way
do not take my name
my heavy thighs
smelling of smoothing cream
my unsteady hands
adding more lithium to the mix

thought I'd be a cornsilk girl
but every mom has implants
role models for the
underdeveloped

got the paternal hips
and the workhorse legs
my eyes are the color
of a robins eggshell
long after the little bird has flown.