I don't write poetry very often, but I love to churn out a verse every now and again when I am particularly inspired. Here's a short piece, untitled.
You look at me,
What do you see?
A number, a size
Something to criticize.
You look at me
And all you see.
A weight, a shape
Something to hate.
More than a number,
More than a size
I'm a spirit, a soul
Beautiful and whole.
