You should eat
Your bones are showing
You look a little weak
Let me feed you some meat
Boney, underweight, anorexic
These are the words that they would repeat
In those moments I wanted to say that’s it
Because the ones who spoke the most were unfit
All the words that made me feel weak and sick
Were the same aching pains that threw me in a pit
You should eat
I could snap you in half with my hands because you’re so petite
A stinger from people who
couldn’t even lift a finger
You’re so delicate I could break you
Another statement that was untrue
So I outgrew the old and brought in something new
You should eat
But if I gained weight, I’d be told to eat less
Therefore, I no longer stress because I am blessed
To not be a part of other people’s delusional mess
Because they can't address the areas, they’re feeling depressed
Now that sounds like one big wreck
Comments (2)
Good poem. Relate.
Great peom!❤️