#10 Autobiography of a Body

Anatomy is
a peculiar thing.
We don’t get
to choose it
and yet end up
being judged for it.

Too short, too tall,
too asymmetrical, too disproportional,
too feminine, too masculine.
Too human?

I was born not-too-tall,
with little feet and tiny toes,
but not-too-short fingers.
Blue eyes (from my mother),
that I wished were
my father’s green instead.

I am all natural, organic,
indeed, as far as
intervention goes.
Without extensions, optical
or technical
or acrylic.

Except my hair’s
infernal colour
applied externally
once a month.

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