I am a woman woman woman
Oozing stomach, uneven eyes
Bruised knees, giraffe neck
Wide forehead, apish lips
Bony scabby elbows, flabby weak arms
Gruesome feet, stubby toes
Uneven colored skin, ashen skin
Wispy pale skin, suitcases under the eyes
Blackened eyelids, alien ears
Oversized *****, **** too big for these jeans
Thunder thighs, fat calves
Wide nose, is my mustache obvious?
Flesh bleeds into soul
Carrying all these flaws becomes too cumbersome to bear
I pack all the things I can’t stand in a box
It will be my daughter who will sort through my remains
Here is where I couldn’t stand to look at
There lies what I was conditioned to unlike
It will then be her duty to carry my hurt along with her
Like an anchor