10 Feb, 2017

Your Words Mean Nothing to Me

Fat. Skinny. Hot. 

My body is not yours to decide

or define.

This smile:

it’s not for you.

These curves:

are not for


These thoughts,

are for me alone.

But this rage,

folded crisp white envelope

sssseething in silence


i put in a

box for you.

Just for


It’s not up to you. It’s not

your call.

I don’t care what you—who

you are to me.


You can take

that opinion of yours.

And shove it.

I am not

diminished by


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