don't love me at all

a short piece about how we are perceived

i hate that we are judged by our appearance before we are allowed to speak.

don't hate me because I'm too pretty or not pretty enough
don't hate me because I don't have a tinkling laugh or shiny hair
don't hate me because I have that nose you've always wanted

hate me because I talk too much some days and others I won't say a word.
hate me because I'm too serious that sometimes I want to say nothing at all
hate me because I make you scream when you want to cry
hate me for the things that will still remain after my features wither and rot away

love me for how I can make you laugh when no one else can
love me for my sharp tongue or the way I pucker my lips when I concentrate
don't love me because of the shape of my eyes or the roundness of my nose
love me for me
not the things I happen to be born with
love me for the things I learned and the things I didn't
or don't love me at all.