Standard

To write, not to write

Feeling small, standing tall
Fat, thin, big, small
All a matter of perception

Is it that important
What’s being perceived
At the other end?

Do I have to be perfectly groomed
Before I would be loved and respected?

Yes, to a certain extent
It is of certain standard
A respectable person is perceived

Yet

Who wrote this set of standard
You, he, she or they?

Isn’t it funny
Even after the whole world approves
If I do not believe, feel or open to

I really still am
That same FAT, UGLY, STUPID gal

Whom but me have defined
YES, there is only one standard
Imposed, defined, restricted
Engaged upon me
By whom but
ME, YES,
Yours truly, ME!

NOW

After all these unearthed work
What am I going to do about it
Since my awareness doesn’t mean
My habits can flipped overnight
I have to readjust
Whatever I set out to do
One step at a time
I can only but
ENJOY THE PROCESS

Every step brings a thrill
A symbol of living
Even if there is setback
I have yet to remember
I am still alive

Instead of trying so hard with
All the “I should”
Really, I AM,

Letting MY standard go
Up-scaling MY self-worth
Be open to what comes along
Seize every breath
Beware of each motion
That, a sign of living

Stay free!

LIVE!