My body houses more weight than others
I would like to be the trunk amongst the branches and twigs
Such shamed filled words fill my head
The gym - a place for the already fit so how am I supposed to go there
Better myself and I continue to receive their mockery
If I complain the mantra to soothe me is,
"I like thicck girls anyways, they're better to cuddle"
My doctor doesn't agree with you, my dear Tinder date
"You're obese and your body won't support this forever"
Is what I'll hear instead, and medical shows will confirm this
And those are hardly ever wrong
I'm stuck in a loop:
Unhealthy -> Unhappiness, but still loved
Healthy -> Happy, but mocked for my reason why
Hearing the not so secret whispers of "She did it to get those men"
"Nah bitch, please. I wanna look my best so I can check myself out."
Walking past mirrors going, "Yas Queen! You slay that look!"
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A Simple Book of Poetry
PoetryThese are poems that I have written. Some a few years old some mere months old. I hope that whatever these poems bring makes you think about things a little differently. Or maybe they are just fun reads. Whatever the case may be I hope you enjoy the...
