I am not what I look like

she says,
at least you are cute,
which tells me,
i’m degrading.
the substance of my
being is dependent upon
a diminishing physicality.
as i age,
i lose credibility.
my worth is
dependent upon
something i
personality is a
trait recognized
by unseeing eyes.

An other to another

i’ve said this before,
but i’m fine with
touching myself.
why disappoint another?
besides, i know what to expect
and this pleases me.
we know what we like,
so why expect another to know?
i’m not desperate for physical contact
because i’m well within reach.
of course, if i’m dissatisfied with
myself, then i must seek validation.
hold on a second. why find another
to feel whole when they feel what
you do not? shit, nevermind, i may
just be breathing a rhythme
hop, skipped, jumped
by a majority who disagrees.
your hands are foreign,
but i appreciate your effort.
i shouldn’t be so harsh,
because i am an other
to an other.