Life? Life.

Beautiful Human

Are those whiskers?
Are those tan lines?
Are those belly fats?
Are those split ends?
Are those dry skin?
Are those stretch marks?
Are those oil?
Are those bones?
Are those muscles?
Are those excess fat?
Are those dead nails?
Are those wrinkles?
Are those blackheads?
Are those whiteheads?
Are those pimples?

Are those, are those, are those
Keep leaving everybody's mouth
But should they matter?
Should "are those" matter?
I don't think so
Hard to not mind them
And any of the things they say
But it will be harder
If you let these things define you
Because these things are normal
And should not be shamed
These should not tell you
What you can and cannot do
Or how you are as a person

How you live your life
And how you see yourself
Is what's important
And what should matter
Let these criticisms just be criticisms
Let these ridicules just be nothing more than that
You are a beautiful human
Nothing more and nothing less
Don't be too hard on yourself
And don't let others get into you
These people will drive you crazy
Don't let yourself go insane
These people are sick
Don't let yourself get infected