Dinner set for four,
I sit with my foreign face-
Little do they know.

A broken machine,
Fixed fast with a trying smile-
She looks like the last

An absorbed father,
Eyes blinded by a rose tint-
Wish he understood

Lets our background fade,
With apathetic concern-
Just a girl at twelve

A woman long gone,
But her beauty remains, in
Ones who need her most

Where does that leave me?
Watch my friends fight with their moms-
Better than this blonde.