You Cant See Me
How dare you talk about my jeans are too tight!
Like I don’t have the right to put them on!
pointing, laughing and screaming, “A fat girl gone wrong!”
When I look in the mirror I see majesty.
The rolls that you point at with laughs and sneers,
I see as clouds surrounding me, as I tip toe through the atmosphere.
You laugh at the craters that cover my face,
having the nerve to enquire if my stomach ate my waist?
Yet I see evidence of being birthed from the moon!
A whole lot of loving and a touch of grace. Continue reading