Asymmetrical

When I was a high school girl in my eleventh year

Took a psychology class, I learnt fast with Mrs. Pearson

She wore spectacles and curls in her hair

She walked with a flair you’ll never find

She said to me, page 143,

Today, we’re learning ‘bout the mind

She said that love and attraction are just

Chemical reactions in the brain

We like our lovers to be with symmetry just perfectly

Written on the face

Oh Mrs. Pearson

I’m asymmetrical

Am I still beautiful?

When I told her that, she looked at me and laughed out loud

She said if I could fit that in an essay, she’d be quite proud

You know I only have the one dimple livin’ on one cheek, and when I speak

It’s all out of line

My right hand’s strong but oh, my left’s so weak

And don’t get me started on my spine

She said that love and attraction are just

Chemical reactions in the brain

Apparently we’re meant to be exactly the same

On either side

Oh Mrs. Pearson

I’m asymmetrical

Am I still beautiful?

Am I a pretty girl?

Am I still lovable?

I’m asymmetrical