Come one, come all  Move quickly and reserve the best seats  The show is about to begin

The lights go dim, and a hush falls over the crowd  But as the curtains are drawn, a question is raised  A question that provokes an uproar

What is the main attraction  She is a girl  And nothing more

On the contrary, heed these words  Scrutinize her as though she were a freak  And soon enough that is what she will become

© Lauren Michele Poetry, 2013