One look at me is all they need
To assume and to believe
There’s not enough of me
The flaw is obvious, “you’re so short”, they all agree!
It’s such a glaring defect that little else counts.
The deception is unanimous; it’s the appearance that is paramount
It’s only the perfect body that can house a perfect mind
The lack of inches invariably mirror an intellect unrefined!
Strange are the ways of the world, its attitudes warped
For things beyond our control we are summed up and marked
We’re kinder to beauty nothing lesser stands a chance
We only see what the eyes behold; seldom do we cast another glance!
Conditioned by norms and fuelled by nonchalance
Sitting pretty in our perfections, ensconced in our arrogance
We speak our mind with blatant insensitivity
Blurring the line between assumption and clarity!
Who then is flawed – the beholder or the beheld?
One who only lacks the inches or the one who lacks the sense?
What’s more important – the perfection of the body or that of the mind?
The vision to transcend the shortcomings, or a stunted view that misses the essence?
Man-made yardsticks can never measure my worth
Nor can my shortcoming become my identity
I’m liberating myself from the shackles of underestimation
To soar above the world, delve deeper into my soul and fathom my true entity!