Being Seen

When I put on my underwear, I remember being called small.
When I put on my pants, I remember being called chicken legs.
When I put on my shirt, I remember being called scrawny and weak.
When I put on my shoes, I remember being called clown foot.
When I put on my tie, I remember being called and Fungus Face and Crater Boy.
When I take it all off, I remember who I am.


and I want to be seen.