We see our bodies petite and round,
Long and lanky, aware of each pound
Of flesh so pink and white and smooth,
Or brown and lustrous, old and new.
A kaleidoscope of brilliant red mouths
Now smiling, now pursed, white teeth housed
Within full black lips or a purple slash,
A pink puckered bow turned down in a flash.
Eyes that twinkle, smile and laugh.
Eyes that seduce or cut a man in half.
Tall we are wise, lazy if fat.
Thin is beauty, cover bald with a hat.
The rules of identity are hard and fast.
Perceptions of worth are firmly cast
In stone in minds rigidly bound,
Flexible reasoning seldom found.
Aren't we prejudiced by aperance?