Celebrating life!

You want me to be like her? she who wears a smile made of sugar & ties her hair in a plait & has a featureless face & wears nondescript clothes & has a colourless personality & smiles & smiles & smiles till the sugar melts like her? O     No Even if you have ensured I am totally buried under all her kind her copies her photostats I'm no ordinary woman you ∽∽∽∽∽∽∽∽∽ see I'm extraordinary. 

You ask me the moment I am born to cover myself with that blackish-red cape because my breasts are too big because my stomach spills out because my back shows because my what-not is visible. I wear my cape as you desire as you society asked me to. I wear it like my skin but now after all this time centuries and millennia I grow tired of it. I wish to remove this dastardly skin/cape. B e g o n e . You are no longer mine. Snake skin-like I shed you. I will wear What I please.

Leaky faucet nose exploding bomb cough temporarily blocked ears endless Meenachil eyes blistering barnacle headache facial bones that torture melcow to the world of allergies.