Reconstructive Criticism

My face, I wished it had been a bit more chiseled With high cheek bones and even a deeper cleft chin But it isn’t, so I must learn then to be happy With me and all the skin I happen to be in Some things can just never ever be changed Or, rather today, they shouldn’t be changed just because they can Like skin color, body mass and higher cheek bones And even that one that turns a woman to a man I respect everyone’s right to their own choices But my choice is to believe we deal with what we get Learn to embrace the body we were born with Before we become the person we never met