anorexic
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Today I am wearing anything but black solely to hide the fact that I am just sticks…
Just sticks set up in such a way that if you even tap my shoulder… you will be impaled without intention
just words written down
nothing more nothing less
until they were words about
bodies
respect
food
fuel
no longer words
but a path to recovery
Am I pretty now?
You told me I need makeup,
You can hardly tell it is me anymore,
Am I pretty now?
You said I needed to lose some weight,
Well i have, now I'm anorexic,
Am I pretty now?
The bones they scream in volumes that grow
I hear them begging to show
They want to press pass the barriers
They want me to learn “no”
It scares me as much as it thrills me
To take it all in and see
the mirror reflects
my image
i see all flaws
no light
am i really like this
is this what
others see?
A pasted on smile, stretched over bleached white teeth
Perfect skin, clean and bright
Perfect body, toned, tanned, and fit
Perfect hair, straighted and dyed
THESE are robot girls, ripped from glossy pages.
when you look at me what you see
darskin ,brown eyes and sandy brown hair\
do see a big smile, with dark lips
someone thats not that tall
but stand so tall and proud
all the time
You're the desert that's been saved for the end.
You're the girl whose will won't bend.
You're the girl with a huge heart,
Who people will look at and want to be apart.
You're a blessing that's yet to give,
It all started one day
she got threatened, got made to do something she didn’t want to do
thought it would get better, but no, it stayed the same
We wish upon a shooting star, just to change who we are
Gaze among the stars so bright, just so we can see the light
I don’t know much about the world, economy, politics and what not
I didn’t know about slavery or racism at all for that matter
I didn’t know about Martin Luther King’s dream and how the conquest for Civil Rights
Mirrors and mind contort what I see,
Skinny and thin is what I must be;
86 pounds just isn’t enough,
Starving myself is going to be tough.
I force down another bite
Pack on another pound
My friends push me to the edge
“You’re pretty, but much to skinny.”
So I eat and eat and eat
Not because I’m hungry
But ashamed of what I’ve become
