Teenage Trail of Tears

Storefronts scream "50% off jeans!"
Sauntering in, optimism, beginning of the night
Grab a few
To the dugeon we call the dressing room.
No good, so back across the floor
"2,4,6,8" or even worse, "1,3,5,9"
None of them work.
Wide across my waist, squeezing
Falling past my toes
5 feet, 1 inch, 109 pounds.
Why?
Fighting back tears.
"Hi, honey what did you get?"
Empty handed.





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SecretNonConformist said...
Dec. 18, 2010 at 3:48 pm
this is an awesome poem! I'm 4'11 with an actual figure so I totally identify with you!
 
mimirocks124 replied...
Dec. 18, 2010 at 8:45 pm
thnx so much!
 
palha6 said...
Sept. 16, 2010 at 3:44 pm
That's a really nice poem. Being skinny doesn't mean being beautiful. Good job!
 
mimirocks124 replied...
Sept. 16, 2010 at 6:12 pm
thnx so much!
 
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