Imperfection within myself
Present, surely
But you ain’t gonna make me see
When you say it meanly

If you were a bunny
You’d have the fluffiest, cottonest tail
If I needed to carry water
You’d be the pailiest pail
If I needed to cross the ocean
You’d be the windiest catching sail
If you were a day
You’d be the most breezy and sunniest
If you were a fried egg
Your yolk would be at the perfect runniest
If you were a lawn
You’d have the greenest, softest grass
If you were a dump
You’d have the cleanest trash
If you were a beach
Parking would always be free
If you were a plant
You’d be the tallest, most beautiful tree
If you were a mother
You’d be the ****** Mary
If you were a telescope
You’d reveal every sight in the universe to see
If you were a drug
There would be no side effects
If you were a journey
You’d be the Everest trek
If you were a drink
You’d be the purest water known
If you were a light
You’d be the shiniest one ever shone
If you were stairs
You’d be an escalator
But since you are you
You’re the greatest of the great
At what you do

All that **** wrong with you
Well, I see that too
What’s a girl supposed to do
When she sees the blue
And somehow
It’s the perfect hue

If I never caught up
Can I fall behind?
Staying just short of the line
Yet never running out of time
Perpetual loss normalized

Time disappears
The blurry becomes clear
The power of writing poetry
Almost immortality
As much as any human could be

Is it invisibility
If you can sometimes see
A shadow of me
Worse or better
I can’t say
Since you choose to look away
I suppose I’m still happy
That someone might see
And they feel me
Inspirationally
I describe
What they feel
If I was a toy
That would make me real

Tolerance
Doesn’t speak loud enough
It doesn’t defend itself
It simply exists
Quietly