sometimes i think i’m pretty
but most often not

it’s my eyes–
my tired eyes–
and my cheeks too round

yes, at times I think my body is lovely
though frequently i despise it

if only slimmer here and fuller there

if only

well, i suppose my face and body will have to do
i must take them wherever i’m going

but my god, i think, if my manner must be peculiar
can i not be just a little bit prettier?

HK