Dandylion

Spread Thin

I wont sit quietly,

tufted, perched and quaint.

Long thin lady fingers, sip, sip, sip

that society brew. Just a touch of honey please.

Large parts are uncomfortable

for you to look at, all me, all I have

behind these eyes that dare you to say

one

single

word.

I made peace with my cake.

I set my fork aside long enough

to feel the shame

of flagrant hip bones poking me in the eye.

Beauty, they say. Woman, they say.

I defy you, taunt you with my curves

as you judge and lust for me together.

I will not sit quietly, sipping this piss in a cup

of all you want me to believe is true.

I have transcended your bones of glamour,

fearlessly embracing the mystique of my true form.

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