she's a big girl
says my teacher,
in front of a class of thirty three students
now, i use my mum's scales
watch the numbers flash six times a day,
sure that at some point,
i was thinner
YOU ARE READING
Just Another Scripted Brain
PoetryMy naive attempt to navigate primary school is documented in a series of bite-size snapshots, intended for scrutiny and best paired with a cup of tea and a nice episode of Blackadder. You might have to take a pit stop at certain embarrassing moment...
