Date of entry: 6.28.23
It's hard to say
Which intimidates me more
For you to understand
Let me show you what's in store...There are stairs
And there are stares
Which come
from everywhereWell one comes
And one's just there
But I hate both
Stairs and staresEvery curve and every roll
Right out on display
I'm constantly wondering
What will everybody say?Wear a crop top
Or a swimsuit
Those days you really
Feel cuteAnd watch those silent stares
Tear you downOr break a sweat
And hold your breath
Because those stairs
Will take you outHeart racing
Legs burning
Mouth dryer
Than a droughtYou stare at me
I panic
Those tall stairs
Make me manicAnd let's not even mention
The confrontationI hold my head up high
When I really want to cry
And I'm trying not
To lose my concentrationThe embarrassment's unreal
And the aching that I feel
When I get both at the same time
I can't even deal...I will always hate the stairs
But not as much as I hate stares
Well I really hate the stairs
So I'll hate both and keep it fair.
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Plus Size Prisoner of Society
ПоэзияThis is a collection of poems from a fat girl's diary. Come spend a day in my shoes... or should I say curves?