Standards Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Can you keep a secret?
I tell you don't you tell
I hate the standards

'What's your height? '
They ask me, I'm prompt
I reply one meter sixty some...
'You must weigh sixty some.'
They comment, flash like.

I'm not bolt, nut or car
I hate these standards
I am man, or mankind
Like the grass and the leaves
Like the waves and the trees
Like mountains, many things
All nature and naturals
Each unique, in its kind

That I love, regardless of the weight
I don't care for the hip, breast; waste
Twenty eight; double D, or maybe
I care for 'Who I am, who is she.'
Our knowing and caring, having heart
Our courage, usefulness is the best standard.