Who decides our personalities? Many say that you are what you believe, that you create your own destiny, but everything is circumstantial, and the key to succeed, in my opinion, is moving on.
There’s a certain way my nostrils flare,
As I laugh my wide gaping laugh,
Flaunting braces and an open, wide mouth,
As I share a joke with my best friend,
Making him happy for the day
And then there’s that way the extra flesh between my chest and shoulders,
Just pools and shows,
When I wear a spaghetti,
‘Cause otherwise it’s way too uncomfortable,
Doing my bit at plantation drives,
Sweat making all my fat evident,
As it sticks to what I’m wearing
Of course, I have my gorgeous thighs,
Filling up the extra space around me,
As I sit down to comfort the friend,
Who is being bullied,
Or who has just lost a loved one
And my arms too spread out,
As I reach across to hug the sorrow out
My face too, obviously has to be mentioned,
Me squeezing my face,
The contortions making the chubby cheeks and double chin just that much more prominent
When I’m trying to make a friend laugh
Even though their flight departs soon,
And in a few days, they’ll be halfway around the world
Like where they think they took my dignity.
