My body came
into my possession
without even a chance
for me to view
the finished product
and to customize it
should any changes
be desired.
it had everything
in the right places,
but nothing that
exactly stood out
(in a flattering light),
not to mention that
it came with layers
and layers
of excess baggage,
like a deluge of pudding.
i don’t see what
is so great about
being small vertically
and large horizontally
(and all over).
my stubborn, wild hair
refuses to behave
for longer than an hour.
my eyes are almonds
(more like slits)
that almost disappear
when my watermelon lips
scrunch up into a
semblance of a smile.
my arms and legs
are bulkier than a parcel
full of mail.
i think i look like
a squashed, pudgy bean
(all hyperbole aside).
some package deal!
i guess it’s all or nothing;
i have to live with the fact
that i have the plainness
of a wooden plank.
i just wish i could
get rid of the excess baggage.
why did they ever
have to come with the package?
