A Battle with Blood

A battle with oneself...

As she takes her first breath into this world

She knows not of the crude judgment awaiting her

Not of each extra pound that counts against her

Eyes that demand a thin self

Yet they don’t think of her as a boulder

Not yet

But then she turns 5...or so years old

And she hears her blood talk about her extra fat

She ignores it, or so it seems

But she cries in the bathroom

Then later comforts herself

As she ages she meets plenty of acquaintances

Plenty

Yet not one stays

To comfort her of her everlasting beauty

So she is

Away from judgment

Covering herself with a invisible veil

Her mother loves her

Unfortunately her mother

Ignorant of her harsh words

And what effect it has on her little lily

Continues with denigration of the extra skin

And poor lily listens on

Until she cares not of what they say

And ignores their spiteful words

And pretends not to care

To not have a soul

To not have a feeling

Of the scornful words

And no one cares

That little lily dies...

A little inside

 

Reviews

[Calypso]

This is a very true and good poem.