excuse me miss - Jay-z

Oh my goodness,
all my goods nest
in a size 12,

So there is no misunderstanding
my 'goods' is a package
not based just on looks

or weight...

Base me, for an inner beauty
too much to compress in a size 6 dress,

I AM AN ABUNDANCE

with skirts twirling
wild daisys in rain dances
resembling the culture of my native land

I AM A LITTLE MORE THAN..

what is considered to be the average
or accepted physique,
to be mainstream in society
or the so called importance of a

"cover sheet"

with mini interviews on views
that poorly depict,
attempting to deplete self esteems
as if that might trim an inch from my waist
slowly wasting into smaller digits, and lighter images
raccoon eyes, sucked in jawbones,
caged inside the shadow of my rib cages
terrified to drink flavored water
too cautious to calories,
cause thats what REALLY matters to me

MAKING YOU HAPPY

and in return,
I get a diet plan with fat options to burn
and a hollow speech of
"Were just being concerned."

Theres no importance in the rise of my cheeks
when I smile, chunky pieces of humility
accepting the humiliating gazes
from robotic mummies
praying to cat walk across stages
hoping size 0 draws dont fall off their waist lines

waistless, dehumanized...
wasted

No better than hangers of a dry cleaning stations

rotating

stopping momentarily for flashes..

just for the sake of fashion???

A life time of coke lines,
phobias to lobsided scales
reading more than 2 digits
taught that

foxy=frail

Reverse gluttony?? Maybe??

Their love, becomes disgust
with every pound you gain
and you cant keep competing
with new forms of fame
and a new problem becomes a factor

age..

cuz the looks will fade,

and theres no diet to fix your face

and no heart should have to carry that weight...