Why would you want to be skinny?
It’s not that good, trust me.
Reducing yourself to size zero
with nothing by skeletal bones to show.
It’s illusions formed by the media, I guess
The desperate want for that Kate Moss dress.
With skinny comes a small boob size
chicken shaped legs, and shapeless thighs.
I’d give anything for gorgeous curves,
to receive the attention a womanly body deserves.
My blatant bones sticking out?
You’re oblivious to the abuse they shout.
What’s attractive about a visible spine?
Why do you keep going on about a figure like mine?
I’ve got nothing anyone could hug.
If I had your body, I’d be feeling smug.
All my life I’ve been told I’m too thin,
yet you starve yourself as if food’s a sin.
Why would you do that to yourself?
It’s really not good for your health!
Tag: writing
Just I
I am what I am,
A shapeless shadow on the wall.
I am what I am,
From a picture. Frayed and torn.
I go where I go
during the peaceful night
I go where I go
under the beautiful moonlight.
I go how I go
unnoticed, unloved
I go how I go
into loneliness I’m shoved.
I feel how I feel
empty and numb
I feel how I feel
until sadness has won
I wade, oh, I wade
into baleful waves
I wade, oh, I wade
my crying does not save.
I crumple, oh, I crumple
curl up in a ball
I crumple, oh, I crumple,
wait for the waves to fall.
I die, oh, I die
untroubled, unseen
I die, oh, I die
Alone. Just I.
Conformities
I’ve spent so long trying to beat “them”
that my sanity only exists by the seams on its hem.
They play by the rule of society’s game
but I’ll never conform, I won’t be the same.
My mascara has a tendency to bleed
and upon my emotions, china dolls feed.
Although I sit here lonely and numb
the conformists still haven’t won.
Unnatural and without any flaws?
I can’t abide by counterfeit laws!
I’m perfect in my imperfection
yet they bask in my pain for their delectation.
Here I am, a fractured recluse
as they try to abolish me with their rule.
In this world, I have to be a venomous thorn.
They will have to kill me if they want me to conform.
Yours sincerely, big sis x
By blood and love we are linked,
all I do is by instinct.
Being a big sister is what I do
I want you to know I’m always here for you.
I won’t promise you forever because that’s a lie,
but I’ll give you my always; all my time to go by.
I’ll try to save you from all that’s bad –
it really pains me whenever you’re sad.
I’ll try to protect you from your fears
and I’ll be here to dry your tears.
As for all those who cause your heart to ache,
on them my revenge I’ll take.
As you rest your head on a pillow,
your breath as soft as a breeze passing through a willow
you have no idea that I’m writing this
while you’re miles away in a sleeping bliss.
Maybe one day you will find
the words and feelings that are on my mind
Maybe one day, you’ll even find this
Written with all the love, from your big sis x
For the boy killed after school
They constantly feed us this bullshit by
saying this life has no forfeit.
We all remember a different last breath.
Even those who don’t know you cry over your death.
We all know that “God only takes the best”,
one day, within justice, your body will rest.
Even the familiar strangers cry.
You were not the one who deserved to die.
To many, you were never known and
you reaped a problem you had not sown.
For many, you will never be forgotten –
on many hearts, your feet had trodden.
This should be followed: life for a life.
Our thoughts are with your family through this strife.
There is only cloud in this summer season
showered with claims of “everything happens for a reason”.
There will always be a tear to cry
but your memory will never die.
What a devastating event this hit and run is.
With utmost respect [name excluded], rest in peace.
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