Please

I don't understand.

Why do you all love me

For the way I look?

It's only skin and bone,

Fat and muscle.

I want to be loved

Because I use big words

And trip over air.

Because I always

Take care of people.

I don't want to be

Called beautiful

For the body that

I've been starving.

I want to be called

Beautiful for the

Intelligence in my eyes,

The kindness in my voice,

And the sadness

In my heart and soul.

Please. Please.

Love me for the reasons

That I love you.