Change Me

She wants to change me, she says

My weaknesses into strengths

My woes into happy smiles

A part of me that is imperfect, into something that can be transformed into perfection.

But what she doesn’t realize is that

My weaknesses, my woes are a part of my imperfect soul, my imperfect body and mind

I can’t change for her, and it’s not that I don’t want to

It’s because my body, my soul, my mind that won’t let me

Because this is my form, and my form completes me.

My form is the outline and the epitome of what my self worth entails,

My mind is a cage of my woes and my inner dark secrets,

My body is a canvas of my loves, my losses, my emotions.

Change you? She says

I’ll do that one day.

But I smile to myself

Because changing me won’t happen.

My body, mind, soul will prevail.