Date of entry: 7.7.23
This cage they put me in
Is not made for my size
The bars of society
Are cutting into my thighs
My stomach's pressed against the bars
They're cold and unforgiving
They tell me I'll be comfortable
The day I start thinning
Why should I want to fit
In a cage they forced me in?
Why is my only choice to suffer
Or be thin?
If we just had some compassion
Maybe widen up the cage
We'd be starting a new chapter
Like turning a new page
Where everyone could fit this cage
Whether you're big or small
Or perhaps- dare I say it-
Not have a cage at all
Maybe our differences can be
The one thing holding us together
Not truly fitting in but
Sticking by that fact forever
I feel the shackles on my wrists
And them tight around my leg
This cage is suffocating
For my freedom, I do beg
Maybe one day we'll discover
The love and beauty in variety
I'm just saying this as a
Plus size prisoner of society
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AN: all I'm saying is I'm kind of obsessed with this one. I feel ideas growing more challenging but I feel it's making me think harder, which is exciting! Thank you for reading, I hope you like them!
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Plus Size Prisoner of Society
PoetryThis is a collection of poems from a fat girl's diary. Come spend a day in my shoes... or should I say curves?
