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The poems i ended with
The word pig
Pig
The word you said when I ate
Pig
The word you said when I had the slightest skin showing
Pig
The word you said when you looked at Me
Pig
The word you called me when I was just a bit over weight
Pig
was the word you called me when you didnt want me
Pig
Was the word you called me before I was pretty
There would be four of me
And one of you
But you still won
But do you hear the very sound
Every move
Every crunch
You could tell me ‘
You loved me
Thats why you hurt me
But the word
Pig
Repeats in my head everyday
Pig was the word you called me when I wasnt enough
Pale
I look at my plate
oh how of things have changed
All I eat is kale
But now im really turning pale
I couldnt even tell
If I was hungry
Because my stomach felt empty
No matter how much I tried to eat
I felt dull
Rather than full
The videos of food
Filled my mind
Before i could find my
Consious
I blacked
Age
One
Thats how many words I said when i first saw your face
Two
That’s how many words I said a month late
Three
That’s how many words I said when I turned 3
Four
That’s how old I was before you changed
Five
That’s how many times I had to hide
Six
That’s the time where you died
Seven
That’s the age I saw my life change before my eyes
Eight
Was the amount of times I apologised a day
Nine
Was the age I realized nothing was going to be okay
One
That’s how many words I spoke a day.
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