We stand single-file
Neatly in a row
I inhale deeply
Oh geez, here we goThe captains stand there
Competition deep in their eyes
Like winning this dodgeball game
Will get them some prizeOne by one we get chosen
from our single-file line
Until it's just me
And some quiet, random guyJudging eyes
My palms are pools
Oh God
How I hate high schoolThey look at him
Poor guy's a twig
Then they look at me
"Oink oink pig!"Instead of responding,
I narrow my eyes towards the floor
Oh how I wish
I wasn't here any moreThe heat from their stares
Is like a spotlight
Everything about this
Is so not rightI tuck back my arms
While I twiddle my fingers
The words "oink oink"
In the air, still lingersThe children all laugh
While they choose him over me
I stand there in shame
And just let it beThe last captain stands there
And just shrugs, "Come on"
Was that supposed to make me feel
Like I actually belonged?My mind says to run
But my body stays froze
We all know how
This is about to goI join my "team"
And they treat me like the enemy
"Just get yourself out first"
Not one single friend with meThe ball flies towards me
How can it miss?
It hits with spite
I get dismissedI'm the first one out
They stare with humor in their eyes
Yup the fat girl is out first
What a big surpriseI pray this is the last time
I play the stupid game
Cause every time we play
It always ends the same.
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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?