My Image

Cover my self,

Because I am ashamed,

You sit and laugh at me,

Like I am to blame,

 

Now this is my image, 

Not just for my body,

Don't need acceptance,

As you ignore me,

And wave at some 'hottie'

This poem is about: 
Our world

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