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Stick Figure

as I walk the catwalk called life

all eyes fall on me and the room is at a stand still

immediately they criticize me

the way I look, the way I dress, I talk, I smile

every inch of me they scrutinize

 

but my body, my weight, is what they notice most

too big and bulky, can’t fit a size two

like an elephant of a whale or whatever it is that’s big

people immediately think negatively

 

so I starve myself to try to fit in

so I can be accepted

so all the teasing can finally stop

and finally I can be beautiful

 

and then my cheekbones peek, my hips much fit

my waistline all trimmed down

but it is still not enough, I still have to slim down

 

so I refuse to eat, deny myself of whatever food there is

have to be as thin as a stick

as what they all want me to be

 

but somehow in a state of panic

they all rush towards me

they prefer the perky girl, the one with the chubby arms

compared to this thing in front of them

who’s dying to be thin

 

I showed them who I was

and who they wanted me to be

but in the end it didn’t matter

as the figure has shattered to pieces

forever irreparable

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Broomstick for Love

A broomstick for love, a cup for a secret

It’s like a whisper in the air, filtered with tulips

A broomstick for love, a straw hat for respect

A weird and wonderful combination

Though it does not make sense

 

A broomstick for love, a pinch of silence

It seems a masterpiece for disaster

A broomstick for love and a hint of smile

Brings rainbows all around

They pale in comparison

 

A broomstick for love like salt and pepper

It’s like black and white, goes hand in hand

A broomstick for love longing to be known

Hidden in secret waiting for its time

Covered by the shadow

 

A broomstick for love, a penny for luck

A feeling so magical and everlasting

A broomstick for love is nonexistent

It’s like a witch in love with a prince

A love never to be? or perhaps….