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Author's Chapter Notes:

Sorry if it sounds funky... I'm still trying to learn how to write poetry.

 

I'm not the kind of girl that looks pretty when she's sad.
I'm not the kind of girl that looks beautiful when mad.
I wish I was sexy when I got out of a pool.
Can you imagine how exhilarating it'd be to make a person drool?
I wish, when I'd run, that the right parts would jiggle
So that innocent boys that see me would blush and giggle.

I wish I was taller
Thinner
Stronger

I wish I were mysterious
Sultry
Sexy

I wish
I wish
I wish

But why not accept that all I have is this?

This is chubby
This is weak
This is dorky
Quirky
Clumsy
You know, I'm kinda neat.

I may be as spatially impaired as a fish in a tank
I may be extremely awkward when it comes time to say thanks

But I am also kind.
If I see something I like, I hardly ever hesitate to say what's on my mind.

I am sincere
Though I may avoid being mean
If I see something problematic, I do my best to respectfully intervene

I listen
To your worries, your regrets, your fears
Through your joys, your excitement, and especially happy tears.

I care
For my family, my friends, and to those I hold dear
But also people I've never met, that live far away, but who's presence is very much here.

I may not be a model-- flawless; beautiful; thin--
But I have my own role: uplifter, protector, defender
How did I not win?

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