I wonder how you'll feel when you notice my accentuated curves, How hard I'm working to atone for the distaste I had for my body. How hard you'll sweat when you realize that the lust you thought I had was love. Or the Downright rejection I had to endure to realize the problem isn't me. I don't mind waiting on the bench for my spot on the playing field with you to be free.
My metaphor, my reason for poetic justice. I wonder if you'll read