Wide hipped and honey dipped in its toxicant desires. I can never satisfy anyone’s craving, as tasteless as it seems it always comes down to the final savor. Being over looked because I’m shaped different, like two chunky scoops of delectable that deserves to be treated with a nice wine. Not for other’s enjoyment but my own. The term pretty for a big girl is the poster child’s landmark screaming for an understatement. Due to the fact that the fruits of my labor protrude in the eyes of many but, silenced by none. Striding past by standers is a dangerous game. The number of utter stares being portrayed as a wolf in sheep’s clothing lies a fragile soul praying for more out of life. Trying not to look back at how she got to where she is today. But the courage that lets her continue this traitorous journey filled with nothing but empty promises, and strength. Re molding the shapes that were once taken advantage of by none other than pure hate in the eyes of the abuser. Tongue lashing onto her wept skin. You are nothing but the man’s play thing. If that were true, please be sure to dispose of me when done.
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