A poem you’ve never heard
Baby’s friend said she was fat so
She stripped it off like onion skins
Cigarettes took a layer
Aderol the next
A bout with bulimia the final
She was bony and skinny and Baby’s friend
Said she looked good
But her clothes hung like bags
Her muscles felt like string chesese
*** wasn’t even fun because her bones
Bit like iron
So Baby put on weight
Like comfy sweaters
A superhero’s cape
Her friend sneered and snorted
But Baby stopped caring and in the end
She was *****
She was bold
She was beautiful
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
A poem you’ve never heard
Baby’s friend said she was fat so
She stripped it off like onion skins
Cigarettes took a layer
Aderol the next
A bout with bulimia the final
She was bony and skinny and Baby’s friend
Said she looked good
But her clothes hung like bags
Her muscles felt like string chesese
*** wasn’t even fun because her bones
Bit like iron
So Baby put on weight
Like comfy sweaters
A superhero’s cape
Her friend sneered and snorted
But Baby stopped caring and in the end
She was *****
She was bold
She was beautiful