If you call me ugly,
I'll remember every time someone told me I wasn't.
If you call me fat,
I'll remember every piece of clothing that fits.
If you call me a tight ass,
I'll remember every time I went with the flow.
If you call my chest small,
I'll remember that I'm a D which is three times the size of the girl you're trying to get to put out.
When you call me unhappy things,
I remember that I'm happy,
and I don't have to suffer like you.
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Author:
Christina K (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2016 14:40
- Comment from author about the poem: Originally meant to be a slam poem
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Comments2
Brilliant! You go girl! Awesome poem.
Thanks!
You tell em.
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