You cannot blame me For when your stomach folds If you keep coming To my forlorn tree, Starving. Not when the poor man's fruit-bearing bush Is just the other way Within the same, short walking distance
Trigger Warning: eating disorder mentioned Tell Me Dear,
Will you remember the days when I starved myself to a spine? Then I needed the hollow bones to match my emptiness inside. I needed to shrink to bare to be seen. Because then I was afraid my emptiness had begun to expand. I feared it would creep from within the confines of my chest and bare itself to the world. And you see, that’s why I had to stop eating. I had to make room in my gut so that I could hold the emptiness back from the world. And when that began to hollow my insides, I felt nothing but pain. I had no room left for the joy, happiness, or relief that containing the empty could bring. Those I left to all of you on the outside full. Maybe that’s why you all saw me as beautiful, because I brought you nothing but good feelings while I sneakingly choked myself on the bad. That goodness I gave you made me an angel in your eyes. But don’t you know angels have to be lighter than air to fly?
With all the love and goodness I could hold, Your Empty Flight
I feel breathless at any speck of thought —an idea— crossing my mind. I am restlessly wishing for something, prying for crumbs, and my mind is slowly sinking. Breathing words for oxygen, concepts for nutrients. I am a starving girl in a desert of words.
Homelessness to evictions to robberies, Why all the poverty and violence? Why can't we share wealth, peace and love? Is it that hard? It shouldn't be so hard, It's actually pretty easy, You eating while your people starving, What kinda person are you? We can all eat not just you, Treat our brothers and sisters as equals, Not treat em like peasants.
It has to get better, We gotta treat our brothers and sisters better, If you eating then feed your family, Never let your family starve, There's more love to be shared than hate.
Our way of living has to change, Things only change when we change them, Change doesn't happen on its own.
Have you ever starved yourself to the point of sickness? Empty and hallow and still trying to give pieces of yourself that don’t exist You take another pill, tell another lie, say to yourself, your family and friends you are fine Eat just enough to get by Hope they don’t notice the gaps getting larger between your meals and your thighs You take sleeping pills because sleep has become harder and harder to reach The pit in your stomach screams loudly Warning you that it’s empty Reluctantly you go and swallow your pride And hope that will last you through the evening
You tell me I’m not that skinny My BMI tells me I’m way too skinny You tell me My waist isn’t that small The internet tells me My waist is small enough for modeling You tell me Everyone has size 2 Research tells me The average size is size 12 You tell me I’m not enough Yet too much
Look at the people around us Dying, sick, alone cold Look at the wondrous things Some have money, smiles, ******, and gold Surplus of food thrown all away So many others still starving these days Illness stretches through the earth And yet for others happiness They still wander and play in mirth Making more sickness making more death are you happy now? That some people no longer have breath?