Jealous whispers are telling me
if only I would be thinner, prettier, younger,
if only I would be gentle and free
you would love me.
If I’d use my make-up,
if I did my hair,
if I’d wear sexy dresses
and tempting underwear
you would love me.
If I’d cook you dinner
and iron your shirts,
if I’d let you party
and wait for you
you would love me.
Oh, stupid whispers.
You’d never love me.
I’d never be perfect enough.
Alenka H., 2022