She broke down and cried,
Fingers in her mouth
Because you called her fat.
Two months later she was struggling for life
Because she barely survived.
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Misunderstood
PoetryYou could hear it all... The sweet rhythm she made with her violin The banging of the stick to the drums The sound that came were hiccups and screams What happened to them.
Thirty six
She broke down and cried,
Fingers in her mouth
Because you called her fat.
Two months later she was struggling for life
Because she barely survived.