Is my skin too dark for this job?
Do I have the right smile for this gig?
Am I the right height for this show?
Is my hair too coarse for that hat?
My body, my eyes
Imperfection I despise
These questions, these lies
I’m all caught in compromise
Should I change up this stanza?
Don’t bring attention to the art, fool
Wait, am I a boy caught in beauty?
No, you’re a girl caught in brawn
The voices from my pen speak
Many of them care what you think
They are both friends and foes
I wish I had the power to choose sides
And now he sees my pretty insecurities
Should I ask him what’s my worth?
My insides brought outside for auction
I want to hold my breath, but can I?
My cab to tomorrow has arrived
I’m not sure I can pay the fare
On life, I don’t think I’ve thrived
But do you really even care?