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"curvy" poems

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African WomanAfrican woman / Mother of civilization. / Oh beautiful woman,

@Vanguard-Poetry23124

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"man the tomatoes?"man (?) / the tomatoes? / patty m.,

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Body ShameWhy is body shaming / curvy people wrong, / but shaming

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Men Trying to Decipher The Vagina MonologuesThe problem with falling for a woman / Questioning her strength to catch you / Or maybe you fall on purpose

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The Mother TongueA song like King David sang and everyone heard / It’s the sweet song sang in every mother tongue; / A perfumed speech is heard sweeter than nectar

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Underwater window (A collaborative with Dajena)Light , curvy rays, / bending, / while traveling from air to water world.

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Skinny Girls*This poem was written after watching a few hours of slam poetry on Youtube. Let me know what you think...it's my first shot at slam poetry.* / There are so many words flowing around out there about the big girls. The thick girls, the curvy girls, the p-h-a-t phat girls. About their plush and soft exteriors, their abundant backsides, their willingness to accept themselves and their hopefulness that others will do the same. Their….thereness. / They are beautiful, don’t get me wrong.

@jenna-johnston42

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Every body is beautifulWhy don’t you love your body, girl? / Did someone stupid make you feel insecure? / Everyone is trying to tell you how you should behave and how you should look

@frecklesandtroubles16

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the insecure girlthe insecure girl / who sees the beauty / in the twinkling stars and constellations

@philosophically-proven-psycho27

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Scheibe ChefSnip / Cut / Bang

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must not give in.They say be skinny but not too skinny. They say be girly and lady like, for that is pretty. / They say be curvy but only in the right places. / They say always have a smile on your faces.

@a_theoretical_waffle19

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Songs of the SeasSomeone is singing a song, it's somewhere written. / The ocean breaks in billowy dances, the seas open up / Get it off the chests, put a notion through onto the cloud

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Beck BeesAnd life came in, crowned in blood, kissed and messed, / announcing itself with a cry. / A girl-child, missing piece, fitted to my breast

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Life, a metaphor poemGrowing up is like driving down a curvy dirt road. / Sometimes you get a flat tire and have to stop. / We always take a step back and remember its not the end of the world.

@albero-centrale19

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MirrorI stare into the half length, / double wide vanity that sits / poised in my two bathroom home.

@unbuttonedlips35

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pre-halloweenI am not who I think I am— / I never said I was / Sometimes I’m

@clementzobel33

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ProbabilityProbability. / I sit here in class, / Seeing my teacher talk;

@willow-grierson27

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I was taught poetryAs a child I was taught poetry / the quiet writing of feelings reflections / often in a beat with a rhyme and a few examples of alliteration

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i fought.I was told I was fat. / Shamed for my body, called names and all that. / I learnt to hate myself by them at that time.

@a_theoretical_waffle32

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Black Is Beautiful.Brown maple sugar, / Cinnamon toast complexion. / Hershey chocolate chip.

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curvy“You’re overweight,” he says, tapping his finger against his chart of heights and measurements, thighs too big and fingers too plump. I already know. I nod, and continue nodding, listening to the word echo and then fall onto the ground, bouncing and bounding, restrictions that have surrounded my whole life, my whole curvy figure. If I could be like the girls with the flesh wrapped tight and the bones loose and caving in on one another, I would grab the chance before it had a chance to flutter away from my desperately aching hands. When I look in the mirror, I try to remind myself that flaws are flaws and yet they were made to be beautiful, but I see what I see and what I see makes me want to vomit, makes me want to close my eyes, makes me want to pull and tug and rip until there is nothing left but a pile of rotting decay. I am stuck, I am back on the playground in sixth grade where the boys would taunt and laugh, point and gasp, as I tried to pretend I looked like everyone else, every other small, petite little girl who didn’t have to worry about these types of things. My clothes don’t fit, I’ve gone through seven pairs of jeans in the last month alone, I look back at the pictures when I thought I was fat, but I wasn’t, I was fine then, why did I think that? I lay in bed beside the man I’m supposed to be with, fully clothed and pushing his hands away from my hips, away from my lips, don’t touch me then if you can’t handle all that I have to give. I’m not her, and she never wished to be me.

@kelly-landis20

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The Crooked ForestWith curvy spines grow all the trees, / As though they passed round scoliosis / Like people pass a cold and sneeze,

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The Sunkissed GirlMaybe it's the way her monarch hair reflected sunlight / Fluttering as if it were really a butterfly / Or maybe the constellation of freckles that painted her ivory skin

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Interracial Pride and PrejudiceExistential cruelty of a long abandoned Friday / Remembered once, twice / then forgotten by 8 pm.

@katelyn-knapp20

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CurvyWe're working on a job together / Actually, we're building a set / And yes, there's been many other times we've met

@zulu-samperfas24

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