Cupcake (Full-Figured Buttercream)

Everyday, about my weight, haters gonna hate
Witches keep eyeing me, ready to pounce, ready to state
How horribly overweight I am now - I'm an ugly cow
How dare I walk these halls with no shame, like everyone
Always speaks my name
They're so quick to put my in my place with manicured nails
And the flick of the wrist, reminding me with shiny Designer threads
That I'm just a pest, a hot mess, and I'll never be anything else
Such jerks with their smug-as-hell smirks, they think their the shit

Their the shit on my shoe, that's more like it.

Haters gonna hate, they can't do much else
Future trophy wives preparing for their dusty shelf

And even worse, it's all because of some dude - a dude
Just because we lock eyes across the room, and gives me
That sultry smile that would make an ice cube melt
Doesn't mean I want him or that I'm a threat
Girls can't handle competition, deep inside, they're always wishing
To trade places with the girl they see as inferior - that girl would be me
I can't help it if I'm comfortable in my own skin
My curves, as they say, are made of win
And I'm not into that dieting ish...I'd rather taste life
Drink it all in, experience a world of flavors, trying out everything
My neighbors won't as they make up excuses about "counting calories"
And fitting mini-skirts, hot pants, tight clothes of all sorts
No, I'm cool with being me in my hip-hugging jeans.

You, I bet I can hear what he's thinking...
"F--- Barbie!  I want a real woman."

Who could blame him - certainly not me.
I could see it the day he looked at me from across the lunch hall
Tasting the first taste of a red velvet cupcake - my favorite to bake
Drifting a finger across fluffy, cream-cheese icing,
Tasting sweetiness on my lips, I caught him staring
Looking dreamy, licking his lips as though he wanted a taste
Of the cupcake - or maybe me?  - Oh, don't be silly! -
But then again, why not?  We've been doing this a while
With a smile, and a come hither stare, get over here
Wondering when he'll stride across the room and ask
For a taste of my red velvet cupcake, and my name perhaps.

Those fake witches would go batshit insane.
They'll all be like "Is this really happening?"
And why not?  What, a fat girl can't have game?

When will these witches ever learn, that not every man
Wants a cookie-cutter Barbie doll with silky hair and shiny smile
A closet full of clothes, Daddy's credit card, and a charisma that masks
A soul that's rotten to the core, selfish, vile, putrid, a bore
Nothing to offer in terms of variety - you're just another wannabe Queen Bee
Meanwhile, I've got personality, and I love a little variety
I may not be perfect, but I don't aspire to be
I just want to be me and wear it proudly, curves and all, go boldly
Forth into the world, showing all I have to offer, not caring that I'm not
A stick, a twig, a waif, the wannebe that's always taunting and teasing me
When really you want to be me...insecure, much?

There's nothing more sexier than confidence, which I've got in spades
Being myself, I've got it made
But all you haters are just gonna hate

Whatever.  I won't give you the satisfation.

Lunchtime - I'll just take my seat without a care in the world
Ready once again to take on the world
I've prepared a lunch of delights and flavors to savor
And that red velvet cupcake - two, just in case
The haters will watch, wide-eye with shock
As our eyes meet once again across the room
Your mouth will water at the sight of my cupcake
And you'll like your lips like you want a taste...
I'll gesture to the extra one I made just for you
That's not all I'll make you do
Today is the day you'll get of your chair and make you'll move
You'll ask for a taste...and more, too...

Umm...cupcakes...triumph...it all tastes so good.

                                                                                                                - 6/17/2012 8:22pm Mere Nova