Poems from emily.vollmer.739
STOP
Telling me you’re fat.
Insisting that 5 pounds lost
Equals happiness.
STOP
Telling me you’re ugly.
That you hate your nose and...
I look down,
And she looks up.
My brown eye,
to her black one.
I walk on above,
she swims in the pool.
Separated by only,
Fifteen feet...
