Can You Imagine That? (Prompt: What If Poem)

Can you picture him

without his tumbleweed hair,

his aging, overweight torso

and the gray purple bags

under his eyes?

If you could strip him

of his inferiority complex

and make him

taller

thinner and

whiter,

wouldn’t that be

something?

Could you picture a world

where he was loved

and accepted

for who he was

and not for what

he brought?

Dig if you will

a picture

of him

completely at peace

and content in his

own skin.

And what if he didn’t

have the gnawing

relentless need

to always entertain

or serve someone

because

otherwise he felt like

he didn’t deserve

to be there?

Can you imagine that?

Well, neither can I,

and so I write.