Thursday, February 3, 2011

Voluptuous Victim

Society says a size 8 is normal. I say a size 8 is hungry. Society says light skin is what you should be. I say light skin is lacking of melanin. Society says a lot about women that I don’t agree with. Imagine a young woman 15 years old, dark skin, double D’s made to think that she is ugly and overweight. You wonder why what society calls “overweight” women has low self esteem. You are only as sexy as you feel. The mirror should be your friend. I have a problem with women that choose to be intimate with a man but will choose to wear a T-shirt to bed. I say fuck what your aunt, your uncle, your mother, your father, your cousin, your teacher, your doctor or your friends say about you. I love every roll, ever stretch mark, every crease and every crevice. In a perfect world, everyone would have exactly what they are attracted to. So what I watch big girl porno. I am attracted to the voluptuousness. Learn to live and love your BIGNESS. Embrace what other people reject. God mad you YOU for a reason. You envy her for what? Skin and bones is just skin and bones. You eat a drumstick for what, the meat right? Being BIG is beautiful. Learning to love your YOU is even better than that. Crying over what other people feel about you does what? Be reborn in the baptism of your BIGNESS.

WHO HAS HER HEART??

If I let her tell it, her heart belongs to me. But actions speak louder than words. How can you live with him and love me? Those kids should be mine. I never knew love could hurt so much. Is it really love or is it just the agony of the lust that I yearn for? I still remember the first kiss. That first touch. But most of all the conversations. How could you tell me his downfalls and still be with him? I embrace the lies in your truth. So you love me right? But, are you IN love with me? Do you sit up at night and think about me like I think about you? is it my dinner that you are cooking at night? Are those my clothes that you clean and fold every other day? My lost love, the one that got away. You make me think that a man should hurt a woman and that is the only way to keep her. If good guys finish last, then what should I be? They say men shouldn’t cry, so I chose to write my tears on paper. I ask again, who do you love? Are we worth telling the truth? Our baby didn’t live but our love does. Who do you think about, yourself or him? If you loved yourself over him then you would love me. Lies live in the heart of the devil, God is the truth.