Starved

January 19, 2010
By prominte SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
prominte SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
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When you looked up to false idols, tied measuring tape around
your waist,
I was out there cheering for you.
Telling you to get better.
Watched your body shrink, saw you dissapear inside
the
thick folds of my sweater.

I was a giant, and you were a mouse.
My big hands consumed you, and
your tiny eyes just stared.
And your vicious mouth opened, starved for some affection.
Screamed words at me,
society can’t accept.
You said.

I’m not the right body.


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