To Whom It May Concern Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

I therefore compile this document
In request of so many reasons or replies
Why is it that you say you love me?
Is it the shape of my body
The size of my breasts
Or the smile on my face?
Is it the shape of my legs
The length of my thighs
Or the state of my mind?
Is it the gold between my thighs
The size of my lips
Or the laughter I give?
Is it the shape of my hips
The size of my waist
Or the stories from my teeth?
Tell me now her son
For your immediate response I shall wait.