~Eyes~
My eyes are my favourite
Because they water when I weep
They close when I laugh
And also when I sleep.
With them, I can see the letters that I'm typing
The words written in a book
I can see the colourful phosphenes when I rub my eyes
I can use my eyes to take a look.
I like the colour of my eyes
They're dark red-brown and deep
Without them, I'd only see darkness
And people would call me 'freak.'
My eyes are my favourite
They feel the same pain
They feel heavy when I'm sick
And every day, we go on another adventure again.

~Hair~
My hair is dark brown
It's short and shaggy
I'll admit, it's kinda ugly
After a shower, it feels craggy.
It doesn't change when I brush it
So it looks stupid all the time
To say negative things about my hair
It's all that really rhymes.
I guess it's better than nothing
I wouldn't like to have no hair
Maybe I do like my hair in the end
Though I don't give it much care.
Even though it's dark brown
it shines in the sunlight
Mom says it makes me unique
I wonder if she's right.
When my hair finally grows
I'll show it off a lot
I'm sure there'll be many times
When it gets in a knot.

~Hands~
I hide my hands in my sleeves
Because I don't like how they look
But at least I can use them
When I turn the pages of a book.
They rake my hair when I have no brush
And let me pet my cat
They tap the screen of my phone
And help me put on my hat.
They dress me up everyday
And feed me lots of food
They buy many things for me
If I'm in the mood.
Sometimes they make bad choices
When they're too close to my cat
Now I have a scar on my arm
At least it wasn't a rat.
But the pain is gone now
And my hands have learned from their faults
I'm sure they'll think before they do
When they're adults.

~Lips~
I like my lips better than most
Because they're naturally red
They stand out from my pale skin
And open when I'm asleep in bed.
They help me say words
And make weird faces to my friends
What pretty and funny gifts on our mouthes
A gift that heaven lends.
My mom likes to put on lipstick
To make her lips look pretty
But I don't need that strange stuff
When my lips already feel witty.

You see, I don't have a perfect body
But I like it anyways
To hate your body all your life
Is just a waste of your days.
So please, love your body
You don't have it forever
When you love and care for your body
It makes you much more clever.

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Word Count: 492
To: Skalya
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