Self Portrait

I want to be beautiful

I know I am not

A jaw line that inspires epitaphs

Shoulders that forgive all my faults

A body Nature gasps for its escape

And a hairline so bold

So reliable

Monuments would be erected in its memory

But as it is I was lucky

She called me tenacious.

It could have been far worse.

I want to be the next David

For the next Michelangelo, 

My words my actions never to matter

My cheekbones are my currency

My smile my excuse.

Women would swoon and envy my skin

Men would curse me

Want to be me.

Just the choice. That is all I ask.

To be that man.

I just want to be,

Beautiful.