The Body Problem

My brain is still my body,

So why does it betray me so?

Its whispers call me to hate -

The way my eyes are shaped,

And straightness of my hair.

The shortness of my stature,

And a chest too large to bear.

My body fulfills its duty,

Bones keep me standing tall

And they protect my organs well.

My blood’s flowing, heart’s beating -

I’m still moving, still breathing.

My body houses my brain,

So why do I hate it so?

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