Body-Shame Pride/Genuine Company
I’d sooner cut ties completely
Than go to an assbar
Or a prep party
Or even just another fucking
Stupid fucking fatphobic
Body-shaming parade/Drag Show.
I don’t want to handout condoms–
I want to perform poems, and art
I want to hear about how
There is more life to live
Than hating yourself until
Your ribs look cute, or your
Collarbone shows through–
Or whatever the fuck you’ve convinced yourself
Will make you feel
Proud, for a few moments, instead of
Afraid, ashamed, scared and lonely–
Worried that you’ll be this empty
For years without ever finding release
Or genuine company.