Couldn’t

Couldn’t I have been born fairer?

Cuter, smarter, sweeter, and wittier?

Couldn’t the little imperfections in my character,

On my face, simply disappear?

Couldn’t I have some swag,

Some style, some coolness?

Have people looking up at me,

Without my flaws and insecurities?

In response to Poetry 101 Rehab