It’s Not Personal, It’s Just A Thing You Said Under Your Breath

This “gordita”
Can sit on your neck
And break it in half

This “gordita”
Has enough fat around her waist
To hold onto

This “gordita”
Has enough cheek volume
To illuminate her smile

You can outline people’s appearance
But,I will refuse to color in the reality of it

Lie in your sleep
Knowing
There is someone
Brewing
A hatred for you like no other
Forever.