Stop Spanx sitting me, I’m old enough to take shape of my own.
Sincerely, You’re Hips
P.S.
Stop convincing the lips to call me flab-u-lous! I have my own name. Stop knocking the knuckles to bone To hear that hollow hound sound, now don’t use me in your measurement references, I want to live a day Without spinning round the bouncy bands of your operation game I’ve seen tweezers fall out of your eyes, to plummet under my moon shone complexion Please keep in mind the brain is a liar. And well, I have no twins; your pessimistic ways don’t acknowledge my individuality The color of shame is not moving, while your red majestic beast hair torturously tickles my clear space of face.
Brianna, The brain is a liar! I know you are told you’re observant; The deception is grand Stop pretending you know me Let me dance dizzy with the calves Like coming out of the closet I’m showing you I’ll never be straight but brains whisper “weep, weep, weepweepweep” at the sight of the salt soaked, taffy stretched skin the brain sends me signals, but I beg for the heart to seep in
Please listen up rarely do I talk, for you think words are merely a sound but the profoundness hasn’t shaken I know you must feel my urges like I’m on tonight and my hips don’t lie beauty may lay in the fragile way I sway said I’m below But to hell with you because this bridge can be crossed but embers fly in you eyes and the brain is a liar a family member I wholeheartedly despise.