That Girl by Alizeh Davis-Jarrahy ‘20

That Girl

Oh come on, you know her… Her name’s Jasmine Or Something like that

You know, that girl with olive skin That falls asleep with acid and bleach on her face Because “a white complexion is powerful enough to hide seven faults,” Even in its translucency. You know, that East Asian girl.

You know, that girl with the high cheekbones, the perfectly rounded flesh atop them, That girl with the deep rose, pouty lips, the shadowed eyes, the square jaw. You know, that Arab girl.

You know, that girl with the big, gold jewelry That jingles and clinks when she moves, and When her heavy bracelets and rings scrape her perfectly groomed nails. You know, that far eastern girl

You know, that girl with the big, curved nose That girl with the speed bump that’s so big it’s where cars go to die. You know, that Middle Eastern girl, she got a nose job yesterday

You know, that girl that drenches herself in perfume That girl you pinch your nose around because her fragrance gives you a headache. You know, that eastern girl

You know, that girl that wears that burqa thing, That oppressive, conservative head wrap thing That suicide-bomb, blow-herself-up, 9/11 thing, that terrorist thing. You know, that Muslim girl

You know, that girl with the deepest eyebrows and longest eyelashes That girl with the dark, long, thick hair, maybe the girl with the slick, 0% frizz, loose curls that end just above her belly button. You know, that Persian Princess

You know her. She’s probably been in your movies, your tv Or on your instagram explore page, in your youtube videos.

You know her.

But you don’t really, do you. You know her because she is what she’s supposed to be.

But she’s not real, is she. Because she’s

Perfection.

Alizeh Davis-Jarrahy ‘20