I am Me
She is only sixteen,
the way she may not look lean.
She has stretch marks on her legs,
the way she begs.
“Please God take them away”
But God made her that way.
“At least I don’t wear a pink jacket, pink pants, pink socks like I am some sort of loser”
I don’t listen to her.
I know I am beautiful,
I know I can rule,
I won’t take this bull.
I am the way I am because God was fortunate enough to make me that way.
I would love the way of myself until the end of my days,
God made me this way and there is nothing I can change.
I can’t change who I am,
who I have become to be.
When I look into the mirror this is what I see.
That’s all,
That’s the brawl,
That’s the way I stand tall,
And look down on you all.
I am this way, that way, the way, my way,
I am my way to be when I look at who I am to be,
I am to be or not to be.
I am me.
