this is my body;
this is my skin;
this is the place
that i live in.
these are my fingers,
those are my toes,
these are my eyes,
that is my nose,
this is my hair:
messy and knotted;
and here on my shoulders
with freckles i'm spotted.
here is a mole and here are some pimples;
here on my face--no wrinkles, just dimples.
there on my lip
is its little scar
but look at my legs:
how they stretch so far!
my stomach sticks out,
(but my chest not enough)
my hands are so soft,
but my elbows so rough.
sometimes i don't like the shape of my head
and sometimes i wish to look like others instead
but no matter what i think or what i try:
my tears will be wasted if cry.
because this is my body;
this is my skin;
this is the place
that i live in.
