How I See Me

A raven cloud seats itself upon the throne of my head,

And puberty has left its unforgiving marks,

 In its wake is a face like the moon’s surface.

Behind plump lips you’ll discover

A beautiful fence fashioned of pearls.

Yet even those pearls are strung together by metal wire.

Unlike the graceful swan that is known for its elegant elongated neck

It appears that is my lack thereof.

When my gaze travels down it is abruptly ended

For I am a woman with a great weight on my shoulders,

Below my neck there settles a mountain range

Somewhat resembling the great Everest if

She ever did have a twin sister.

Still, underneath the great mountains lies

The valley of my figure

That is marred by the many years of extreme growth spurts.

The widening of my hips is nothing short of feminine

And my thighs are inseparable –

They’re always touching.

My legs resemble nothing of stilts

As they end quite sooner than I’d prefer.

But I do approve of the curve at my ankle which smoothly

Transitions into narrow feet

Adorned by long toes.