I Hate…
my gnarly undereye bags
(that make it look like I
just lost a fight),
my unforgettable zits
(that keep expanding
no matter what expensive product
I slap on them),
my ginormous eyes
(that make others convinced
I’m an alien),
this poem
(that I’ve edited countless times but
no words seem to bring justice),
my inability to control life
(which has lead to an unimaginable loss
of family and childhood friends),
and my crooked teeth
(that look like I chewed
on bricks as a child).
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I love the specifics–“gnarly undereye bags,” “ginormous eyes,” especially “crooked teeth / (that look like I chewed / on bricks as a child). They feel so over the top!