January 12, 2011
By Anonymous

confession of a thought unworthy
the slight toned hips and flat stomach
might be waxy might be pale
but the body of perfection in society
fits every cloth and skimpy outfit
some have no heads or legs but the make is determined
where we have blood, veins, muscles and thought
and it, is a it
made from my kin
even though I'm ahead
I'm still jealous
where I'm confused and insecure
it's a body of a mannequin I want
the sad life I live

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