People tell me
I won’t make it because
I’m this short and
this thin and
I speak and act as I do
not how they want me to.
They want me to be what
they desire about me,
they want me to speak
to impress yet repress me.
They don’t want me
they don’t love me
they’re out to unmake me,
for they’re afraid
they won’t make it
when I’m myself,
when I’m this unique.