When will I be a 10?
No when will they let me in?
I want out, this circle of despair
How can I compare?
When I am so weak
I want a lover
But all is see are white twinks
Below and above
Or Men who sneak behind
And cross again and again
That sacred married line
Or "DL" frats who cant handle the weight
When real thickness is on the plate
All that seems left for me are old creeps
Who seek to put me in their keep
But them I don't seek
I want the man Ill never meet
Will he accept me, the freak?
Have I always been the freak?
Have I ever been sweet?
Does believing make me meek?
Believing one day I could win
And land a TEN
I believe it does
Deep down I believe
Ill never be a TEN
How could someone like me win?
YOU ARE READING
A TEN
PoetryThis poem is about feeling like you will never be able to measure up. The world is built around the hot ones.
