This body swelled and stored fat without my permission.
It shoved off measurements and proportions
as it bloomed into society’s black book.

I try to convince myself that a giraffe is not a model
because every elephant has a trunk
but I do not listen.

Cute shoes won’t fit on my feet
’cause they say I’m not fit and I don’t fit in.
Mockery​ raise brows and blinks
from the eyes of friends, I don’t call friends.

Their sweet chuckles taste bitter in my ears,
as every flash of sham strikes like lightning.
Fake smiles are my only offering to this
daily crucification.

I rearrange my voice to answer them,
but I don’t.

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  • Abigail Tuedor
    Posted October 26, 2019 at 9:33 am 0Likes

    I can totally relate. Nice one dear

    • Fredrick Rachel
      Posted October 27, 2019 at 2:58 pm 0Likes

      Thanks dear

  • Peace Oruamen
    Posted October 27, 2019 at 8:45 pm 0Likes

    Nice one sweetie

    • Prexshy
      Posted October 27, 2019 at 9:52 pm 0Likes

      Wow keep it up my assistant course rep

  • Od!on
    Posted November 23, 2019 at 11:50 pm 0Likes

    This is awesome, Ray

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