Poems from cambam
They dressed me up like a Barbie doll,
told me beauty was in a box zero feet wide,
told me beauty was a 32D and skin that was sun-kissed...
You were born of billions and trillions of little ions and particles and skin cells.
Red blood cells, white blood cells, bones, muscle...
Once I was a little girl.
A little girl whose Daddy wound up on her bottom bunk.
A previously vacant bunk.
a bunk which now held the heavy...