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.

 

 
 
 
 
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