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May 3, 2018
By hstessman BRONZE, Papillion, Nebraska
hstessman BRONZE, Papillion, Nebraska
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The expansion of drunken water

Against hips

Wading in weight

 

The slopes of lovers' handles

Folded into waistbands

 

Ribs 

Licked until tongue meets bone

No more

 

For bellies can not spill over edges

And buttons must be clasped

 

To be accepted by a one way mirror


The author's comments:

 Although this poem doesn't have a direct positive message, I want the existence of this poem to show anyone who is struggling with self-image that I am here. I was able to overcome the internal battle I fought for years. Take this poem and do whatever you want with it. Burn it. Throw it away. Tear it apart. Let this poem be a representation of your struggle and destroy it. I believe in you. 


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