In Sequence

What's the point
in shaving my legs?
Nobody touches them anymore
Nobody but my own hands
and personally
I don't care if I can
manage to make them
baby soft
or grow the entire Amazon
on them.

You're a catch
you'll meet the one
They don't know
what they're missing.
You're beautiful - special
that's what they all say
hanging it out there
like my underwear
on display.

Maybe I am loved
in multitudes
in waves
in measures
I just don't love myself
not that much