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why is it that
it seems those who 
are better than me
really aren't?
have you me the cow
who weighs like 
400 pounds
and is breeming with popularity
and yet her face is like
hideous?
why am i penalized
by this bitch
who tells me to lose some weight
move my fat ass
out of her way
and get comesmetic surgery
and everyone around
just laughs at me
and agrees with her,
i hate the cafeteria line
its where everyone is so judging.

i used to avoid
the cafe like the plague
jessie and I
and jeanette too
we'd bring our own lunches
and wait till the end
of the period
to eat in security
when the cafe was empty.

away from the stares
it's like everyone
and EVERYONE
cares what you eat
and how you attempt this
but the fat sluts
can stuff their faces.
how can you find what 
you are looking for
boys, beneath their hanging guts?

it's so unfair
and so harsh
no wonder we have
just two types of teens
the annorexic girls
of just thirteen
and the obese bitches
graduating at seventeen.

vanity is horrible
and yet we all have it
i wish that the media
was controlled and was stopped
from publishing pictures
all which have been
photo shopped.

even teh large can be beautiful
if they are on the inside
it doesnt matter
about the weight you try and hide.
if we care more on
inner soul
then the world would 
have such a better goal
a goal to be nice
and unjudging
smart and careful thinking

but we'll never see this.
not in our lifetime
not in any..
Posted: 2005-03-17 14:48:40 UTC

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