there is a crusted-
over, nasty-
looking cut
on
my left
knee
from a bike
accident
I had the
other
day
both of my
big toes have
calluses that
size of quarters
on the
inside-back
parts
of
their
undersides
tiny sunburns
from where my
feet stuck
out of
the sand
decorate my left
and right
feet
my pale belly
and legs
seem ever whiter
in comparison
to my sunburnt and
darkening arms
there is somebody
out there who thinks
I am beautiful
how have stayed strong
all these years?
I can see my ugliness,
my scars, and my abrasions
just the same as everybody
else
they are there
they are morbid
and disgusting
they are who
I am and I act
as such
I know exactly why
and how people hate
me
yet
I’ve never faltered
in a hurricane or
the breeze
I am who I am
I say
and nothing more
still stories flutter,
rumors fly, and
I can’t help but
notice the stores
and tales that
circulate
I’m lucky someone
still finds time to look
at me straight
perhaps the strongest of men
are only left with the opportunity
to gain
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 5:49 AM UTC
there is a crusted-
over, nasty-
looking cut
on
my left
knee
from a bike
accident
I had the
other
day
both of my
big toes have
calluses that
size of quarters
on the
inside-back
parts
of
their
undersides
tiny sunburns
from where my
feet stuck
out of
the sand
decorate my left
and right
feet
my pale belly
and legs
seem ever whiter
in comparison
to my sunburnt and
darkening arms
there is somebody
out there who thinks
I am beautiful
how have stayed strong
all these years?
I can see my ugliness,
my scars, and my abrasions
just the same as everybody
else
they are there
they are morbid
and disgusting
they are who
I am and I act
as such
I know exactly why
and how people hate
me
yet
I’ve never faltered
in a hurricane or
the breeze
I am who I am
I say
and nothing more
still stories flutter,
rumors fly, and
I can’t help but
notice the stores
and tales that
circulate
I’m lucky someone
still finds time to look
at me straight
perhaps the strongest of men
are only left with the opportunity
to gain
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