Monday, 12 March 2007

Unfortunately, Me

What would i give for bee-stung lips and tear-filled doe eyes.
a save-me look and a miniscule size
of dress hanging in my cupboard, along with others
just as pretty. and for some brothers
who'd beat up a boy for me, and punch
him across the face. a bunch
of lovely flowers and some elegant, tiny earrings,
long fingers and silver rings,
that adorn and enhance their beauty, a shape
thats slim and sexy, a nape
thats beatifully curved, tiny perky breasts
and a pendant that nests,
amongst them like it belongs, a voice that's clear
and that all want to hear,
lovely long wavy tresses, smooth and silky,
and skin thats pale and milky
slender ankles with slim golden chains,
frail wrists and the main
thing is, i'd rather that, a man would sit and stare
at me, and maybe dare,
to ask me out, fervently hoping that i would agree.

But unfortunately, thats just not me.




I slip, i trip, i fall down and do stupid things,
I cannot sing
a true-blue note, i'm extremely wide-hipped,
and unfairly thin-lipped
and i chew those damn nails, and my eyes,
are small and beady, guys
dont ever want to lift my bags or hold my books,
I never get lingering looks,
unless they're directed at my "weird" fashion sense,
long earrings and my size ten,
skirts that cling to each and every curve, the staring
of men at my shirts, baring
and exposing my ample chest, the graceless walk
and the incessant talk.
the short stubby fingers, a nose thats uneven
tangled messy hair, my heathen
-like demeanor, my wide strong capable shoulders,
which should be lifting boulders,
a hearty shrug, a wicked grin, salsa-thighs
that wobble and a size
that isnt 'conducive to dancing'. i'm plain, as plain as could be.

That, unfortunately, is definitely me.

2 comments:

General Disarray said...

I love you more than I love this poem!

Hugs.

Unknown said...

poetic value, yes. but you would not be what you are if you were helpless and 'feminine'.you know you are a beautiful person. Lose all that excess baggage(literally and emotionally) and the forget the guys, the whole populace will chew their fingers at your physical beauty. Mamma