I'm not really a poetry fan, and I don't really know if this qualifies as a poem, or as anything for that matter, but I wrote this at like 4 AM today because I couldn't fall back to sleep.
Apologies in advance.
Will I be pretty in Heaven?
When my heart stops beating
And my soul divorces her abusive body
Will I finally be pretty
In the land that doesn't need a Sun?
Will I finally get what I yearned
For weeks and months and years
And have a body apt for a girl
With soft curves and rounded corners
Ample hips and plush seating
Pleasant to the eyes of the girls I envy?
Or will I continue to curse my birth
As Job did in the land of Uz
Because not even in death
will I be able to rest
Hiding my shape and form
Behind the walls and trees of Eden
Crying in pain and agony
As my Savior has abandoned me
On Earth as in Heaven.













