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I watch you fade away
begging him to stay
I watch you wait for him
you almost fall off the limb
but
I catch you
like I always do
He hurt us when we were six
Yeah
Imma Skinny Mini
In a bikini
Part of the
Small titty community
It don’t offend me
It is me.
I was told once
That hope was a thing with feathers.
So's Mine.
Great black plumes he has.
Wings that blot out the sun.
A beak curved like a sabre.
Talons meant for tearing.
My liver my heart.
Take the compliment—
Creepy stares at night,
Men in alleyways,
Creepy men in broad daylight,
Take their compliment.
Perfection is my nightmare of personal preference,
What is and what cannot be is suffering on a thin line not to be crossed,
The thought of who I am and who I cannot be joined as one.
It's true that
I've lost weight
and that
I'm healthier
and fitter;
I can lift more
and run farther...
but it feels like
it's not enough -
like it will never be enough.
This body.
One heart.
Two valves.
300 million veins.
37 trillion cells.
Regenerating
every second to keep you alive.
An apology Letter to My Body
Dear body,
I am sorry
For once hating your small Asian eyes
And your mildly yellow skin color
because everyone around you was white
At seven years old, taller than the rest.
Quiet, shy, obedient,
I look into the mirror and see,
The eczema dripping on my skin,
Pointing is bad, my mother would tell me
Respect everyone for who they are
To be big, tall, skinny, or gay
Don't let anyone get in your way
I listened and followed her every word
For the past eight years, my voice has been strangled in the hands of others
I’ve been using their voices to dictate what I do with my body and my actions
