She threw a little liquid guilt
Into every scoop of ice cream,
Left the chocolates bitter and rotten,
The strawberries a depressing dream.
Sprinkled in society's words
To ensure you're self-aware
That desires are to be ignored
That they shan't deserve a care.
One tablespoon of poor misjudgment
And a teaspoon of insecurities
To ensure you wallow in the heat
Of your stressed screams and self-pity.
For sugars and carbs are poison:
Who needs a little treat?
With calories poisoning your every cell,
Why have a little sweet?
Just stay still, be thin forever
You'd rather be skin and bones
Instead of a bulging lump of fat
Overpowering with hormones.
For society desires a model:
Not sagging cheeks nor stomach.
You'd die of humiliation.
And with your name, you'll plummet.
Leave the ice creams melting
Underneath the blazing sun.
For what does satisfaction mean
If it's billions versus one?
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Bittersweet | #Wattys2016
ПоезіяPoems aren't just meant to be read; they're meant to be tasted too. A short compilation of food-themed poetry; roughly around thirty in total. Anyone ready for their meal of a lifetime? :)
