I've never been told I look like
Anyone famous, and there’s
Danger imminent
In a comparison
Too skinny to be Magda
Too fat to be Zooey
‘You know, in the right light…
If your face was thinner…
If your thighs were heavier…’
All of these things that
Highlight my inadequacy
The closest I’ve ever come
To sparking a resemblance
Lies in my voicebox
A Winehouse/Adele/Janis
Lovechild of a thing
That leads to comments
And suggestions
‘You should go on The Voice…
X Factor…
Australian Idol…’
But I dreamt of being Amy
And woke in a cold sweat
I’ll stick to quiet
Word wrangling and
The occasional
Karaoke
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