You see me,
Blurred by your myopic vision.
You judge me,
With standards of narrow minds.
I see your lips drawn downwards,
As I try on that dress.
But I see the shades darken your eyes,
At my naked folds.
Shame! Shame! Shame on Me,
For I bear stripes like Zebra’s.
Shame! Shame! Shame on me,
For providing nourishment to this mass you hate.
Withdrawn into this shell of perfection,
And starved of life.
I embrace death with open arms,
Peace at last?
But then, do fat people go to heaven?