FUNHOUSE
I want to hear the wind flying through my bones,
through the rhombus-shaped crevices of the five
o'clock shadows beneath my arms and the sliver
of sunlight and pavement slipping through my legs like
silky wine at dusk. I do not want to sag and crinkle like
a week-old balloon, do not want pigeons cooing at me, pecking
at my elastic cheeks. It is in good fun to poke and prod at me,
but when I am alone and I feel cold despite the hot spotlight
burning through my skin like searing oil, is it a carnival? When I
look at the mirror and notice that it is tall and skinny like a latte
from a place I avoid, is it a carnival? It is when your eyes are made from the
same glass as funhouses.
THE IN-BETWEEN GIRL
this is a fat-shaming poem.
this is a skinny-shaming poem.
this is a poem shaming all of the girls
who have been drafted into the war of
plus and petite. through spoken words
with lettered explosions rolling off their tongues
like atomic bombs of insults and self-solicitude.
gunshots firing back and forth,
bullets shrieking through the air
fat fat fat obesity
anorexia skinny skinny skinny
blaming it on anyone but themselves.
blaming it on catcalling boys
and stuck up sized zeroes
and insecure double d's.
these are for the girls who have
thigh gaps and fat rolls, voluptuous breasts
and envious waists. we are the girls
listening to both sides, hearing
them pick apart their bodies leaving them
with the aftermath of a blowout sale at victoria's secret.
their words are like saws
push pull push pull
hacking away at our self esteems
we are society's favorite prisoner,
forced to pick up the wreckage from last night's battle.
we fall on the line of both sides of pretty
and sofuckingugly, we are the thick berlin wall
the internet has avoided. this is for switzerland.
they don't know my weight balances on the scale
of fat and skinny and that i live on a tight
schedule of inconsistency, do not realize that
the way i view my body
my refuge,
my battleground,
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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