*Ansel's POV*
Sitting once more
At my window,
I watch my beautiful
Rosa, put her hands
On both sides
Of her bare stomach.
Her shirt is pulled up to
The bottom of her bra.
She keeps shaking her head.
A little stomach doesn't make you fat.
I want to scream across our windows.
She steps closer to her mirror,
Examining her face.
Her shoulders shake.
Her hands cover her perfectly
Heart-shaped face.
My heart is breaking.
I hear it cracking,
Slowly and then it completely shatters
When she pulls her hands back
And her eyes are red,
And her hands shake.
Don't cry.
"Hi," Mom says behind me.
I don't turn.
How could I?
My true love thinks she ugly and fat.
"Hi," I reply in a monotone voice.
"Talk to her?" She asked.
I shake my head. I wish.
The door shuts once more.
My beautiful Rosa is sitting...
Nodding her head.
I hear the deep voice.
I see her murmuring.
Who makes her cry?
Who is yelling at her?
When can I free her?
