Momma, why'd you make carbs taste like home?
My stretch marks unfurl like orchids
Reaching towards heaven above
And when I decide that
I cannot bear to look at them anymore
I run for refuge in the shelter you gave me
And man, my body hurts
All the time.
Can't just lose the weight Poppa
Although I know you want me to.
I like those mirrors that
Only show from the shoulders up
And I keep coming back and back
And my orchids are spreading
When you first met me, I barely had a garden.