How to Be

How to be a pretty girl

The title of the story

of the life I barely live

Wishing to me thinner

Wishing to be killer

Outlining my cheekbones,

so you think that im a winner

My body would never be used to manage time,

For some reason that’s something they want.

Muscles and bones in the shape of something sublime,

How to be enough.

Checking the numbers that represent me,

Nobody sees a dream or all you could be.

How to not be lost

In the sea of blue eyes and tight thighs.

I am not a pretty girl