My body is fine
It is not fine wine
It is not **** fine
but its fine
"My body" is a foreign phrase
Because it is there
Its not here
Its just there
its fine
But sometimes my body does not feel like mine
It doesn't feel like yours or hers or his
But it feels unlike mine
It feels fine in a way of
Its just,
there
yet not there
Sometimes it wants to change
But I do not want to change
I want to like what's already there
The fine I've had to grow use to
Adapt to
The fine of old and new
The fine I tell myself to learn to like
The fine that stops me from asking too much
The fine that wont let me bother
The it's fine
The you're fine
The you're perfect the way you way
But I sit here curled up and I realize
Maybe
Maybe its not fine