I’m That Somebody

For the past twenty-four hours,
in every dull moment,
I’ve heard Timbaland whisper, “Baby girl,” in my ear.
Then it’s 1998, and I feel the beat
in my whole body.
Then I remember Aaliyah,
and I wonder how I let so many years pass
without ever learning how she danced
or where she learned to move that way.
It’s a strange memory —
remembering how I was sad
not because I knew her,
but because I’d only just noticed her.
And even after so many years,
the eleven-year-old in me still thinks
that if I was beautiful like her
or if I could move like she did,
maybe I wouldn’t have needed to remember —
I’d just know.


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