Simply I can't see
My eyes were born broken
Not even five feet in front of me I can't see
Glasses burden me
My dominant hand is faulty
The way it cramps and cracks
Writing is more difficult now a days
It hurts but I can't stop
My hair takes so much product
So much heat to stay in place
The strands are dying by the day
But I can't stand not looking pristine
My clothes don't fit right
So scrawny, too short
Nothing fits me to look good
But I won't leave my house looking baggy
My mind was born in rage for sure
Those angry thoughts that don't stop
Killing me slowly in vexation
But how lovely this mind is to me
Though broken I may seem
Though shattered as I may be
I'm still a man of beauty
Inside and out
