Big girls don't cry
Big girls fight back
Well not this big girl
I can only crumble and crack
I lose a piece of myself everyday
to a bunch of taunting prey
Who feel the need to push me
when I pull to feel higher
Their words are like stabs
Stabs to my body
"You're fat!"
Stab
"You're a pig!"
Stab
"You disgust me!"
Stab
And the final blow is the worse
"You're ugly!"
Stab
By the end of each day
I go to the nurse
Maybe she can heal my wounds
Though I'm aware that no Neosporin, Hydrogen Peroxide,
Rubbing Alchohol, or the like will work.
You can't heal what's invisible
Just like you can't heal a woeful heart
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Beautiful Is Me
PoetryThis is a poem for anyone out there who feels like they are being judged on appearances and who have low self esteem. Tazanna Johnson has been big her whole life or so-called fat as people like to tease her. It's gotten to the point where Tazanna f...
