Pretty
My jeans are not size 0
I have train tracks across my teeth
In front of audiences, my stomach becomes a loud dryer with sneakers in it
I cry dramatically with tears drowning my face and soaking my shirt
I am far from "pretty,"
And I refuse to ever just be pretty
I am a clumsy concoction of obnoxious laughter
and witty saracasm
I dont use politeness as a gun, the way society taught us to do
"smile and just look pretty!" they say
But I will never be just
Because i am a mess of uncordinated dreams and wishful thinking
I glow with satire, inelegant motions, and a crooked smile
All I have to offer is the humpty dumpty pieces of myself
So instead of being "pretty"
I will be pretty intelligent
I will be pretty artistic
I will be pretty talented
I will be pretty amazing
I will be pretty funny
I will be pretty extrordinary
I will never be just.