how to become the correct amount
of woman
enough but not too much
when no part is how it should be
some days I hate my body
the way it won't work how it's meant to
or look as it should
and it hates me right back
some days I hate my mind
the way it twists words
and weaves sad stories out of thin air
and it hates me right back
some days I hate my heart
the way it takes crumbs, threads
and swells with love only to get hurt
and it hates me right back
who decides the correct amount?
© coldscars