A Living Human Girl

Why must you police my body?
Am I not who you wanted me to be?
Am I not "feminine" enough for you?
You're not allowed to question why
I dislike myself,
when all you've done
is teach me self-hate.
I've been working so hard
on learning to appreciate my cuts and bruises,
but it's almost impossible when you
make them deeper and blacker.
It's pretty obvious by now
that I'm unconventional.
But what you don't realize
is that there is no right and wrong way
for a body to exist.
I refuse to change myself for others,
and I wish you would do the same for yourself.