to surgically remove self-hatred.
if i cut my arm off;
i won’t feel the nudge of my mother on my shoulder
or the pat on the back of a friend
I will feel pretty, with arms not mine
but they will not feel what i should own
A hold so gentle
or a hand that writes my word
will be lost to a standard i can’t uphold
i would rather saw off than see what was given to me
Skin that crumples, skin that stretches
To accommodate the beauty of me.











