Dear me

-- I’m sorry that your nose is too big

with it’s large bump

that goes all the way down

to the lack of bone

-- I’m sorry that your stomach is too round

with little rolls that poke out

in all the wrong places

when you sit incorrectly

or let your back slump forward

so that the tears may fall to the ground

-- I’m sorry that your eyes are too brown

like dirt.

just plain.

regular really.

-- I’m sorry that the jagged lightning running down

your soft legs

doesn’t please your distempered eyes

and that the muscle thatgrips your thighs

is too much too much too much

-- I’m sorry that I’m not good enough

to fit your EXPECTATIONS

and that

I never will be