By You, I Mean Me

Photo by Ken Treloar on Unsplash

My own riddles
Tangled me in onion skin
I couldn’t unravel:

Am I more optimistic
Than your average nihilist?
Am I not pretty enough
For someone to CashApp me $70?*

I want to be as pretty
As Malcolm’s teeth & Denzel’s hairline & Chadwick’s skin

I want to shoulder bounce my shame
away while singing, in a voice as lithe as Pharrell’s,
“You’re beautiful…yourebeautiful!…”

I repeat this mantra
In a voice not my own:
Y O U A R E B E A U T I F U L


*If you want to CashApp me $70 (or any other amount), send it to $ajhbooks1


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