I wonder what it’d be like to be tall

I think about it when I watch basketball

To be just a few feet from the hoop

I could hang around and wait for an alley-oop

They’d call me a seven-footer

I’d instantly be good at most sports

I’d be an overlooker

They taught us in jiu jitsu that size doesn’t matter

It’s a lie – you know how many times I’ve seen the little guy get shattered?

Oh, to have that height

Size is might

Wingspans demolish opponents’ plans

The shelves at the grocery store are not unreachable steps

Long legs boost you up like a giraffe’s neck

You can see everything

But watch your back

Stats say you’re at risk for spontaneous pneumothorax

And if you drop something, it’s a long way down

In some cars, your head might hit the roof

So there is some benefit in being short, in truth

I wish I could still add some inches

I hate when people call me petite – they don’t have clothes for “giants”

Whether I like it or not, with the marks on the wall I am compliant

God still got it right when he made you and when he made me