People aren’t all the same shape and size
As though there’s only one cookie cutter,
Nor are they placed neatly onto a tray
To bake until they’re all exactly right.
Have these people never noticed how
Two cookies that appear identical
Are rarely ever actually so?
Sometimes, even a perfect cookie breaks
Under unexpected pressure, or when
Rudely bumped into by another.
Very often, the best looking cookies
Prove to have very little merit
When it comes to both substance and taste.
Then why, pray tell, should my life or my love,
My self-image or physical shape and size,
Be required to fit into someone else’s
Definition of who and what I should be?
Whose crumby, half-baked idea was that?