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| Frances @ 165 pounds |
I am woman given to
delusions of slimness
I am woman given to
whims of fancy
Society expects no lie but
with exceptions
Women hold fibbing license
boldfacedly
Too lax, too lazy to work
at its achievement
The chant I offered to
those demanding
Once upon a time, 130 was
mine to sway
Sauntering with a model’s
insouciance
Fitted with a model’s draped
egoism
The accelerator sped with fast
calories
Birth and deaths shoveled
fatty tissues
They failed to ask my
desire and piled high
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| Future Frances @140 pounds |
In retrospect, 130 was a
skeleton walking
I wanted meat on bone for
man to hold
I wanted holding place for
man to pull
No fear of breaking me in
half, should he
Declared my weight 150
with bold face
Repeating many times, I bought
belief
Chancing a glancing in
that crystal ball
Showed clearly the
achievement of a lie
No stopping now when lie
becomes truth
Next stop, my weight 145,
now a lie
Will become the truth one
day soon
Why stop there? Next stop, 140
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
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