"flabs" poems
she used to be okay.
always a smile on her face and
she talked with a sweet voice,
which is something i don't want to under state,
and she never really cared that she was
40 pounds overweight.
but now as she lays on the beach
and no boys and no girls look her way
she feels invisible, even while she dreams of
being able to tell her parents that she
might be gay.
her parents talk about her figure
and how she'll never compare to how her
sister looked when she was her age.
thin, toned legs and a stomach with abs.
after all, who wants to date a girl
with flabs?
she has a blog dedicated to the thin girls
who make her feel so bad,
it makes her feel less,
it makes her feel sad.
if only she counted calories and
if only she could fit in that size two,
maybe she's be the perfect daughter that
her parents wish they knew.
but even as she drinks a sprite and
takes all her bites in spite she knows that
if she was skinny then
everything would be alright.
all she needs a push and a pro ana friend and
maybe she can be the perfect daughter
again. She can't like girls and she
must skip dinner, by the end of the year her
bones and boyfriend will
show that she is a winner.
-r.a.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
Dont hate me cuz I am beautiful
Looking Hijabi-licious for Allah, devoutly dutiful
Shaking your head at me cuz I cover
Wouldn’t take you nor your wingman as a lover
Glaring at me crazily cuz I’m veiled
An ocean of chastity you’ve never sailed
And you’re all alarmed cuz I’m devout
I’m hijab-tastic! Not even a single toe is out!
You can quit cat-calling me too; Cuz I’m chaste
Aint’ no welcome sign wrapped ‘round this waist
Tryna peer pressure me cuz I’m concealed
And ain’t out here tryna cop a feel
Pontificating that I’m oppressed cuz I’m different
“miss Muhammed is much too modest, we like ‘em ignorant”
And you’re kinda curious cuz u cant cuddle this Jelly
Joker, Lord knows ur stupid tail ain’t ready
So don’t hate cuz you, your boy, and your girl cant touch this
I’m a female manifestation of feminine justice
*********************************************
And girl, now you’re just jealous cuz you think he likes it
Said “wonder what her hair’s like when she unties it?”
Yeah She’s hoping to high heaven that I’m hot in my Hijab
So she can get me to join her in flashing flabby flabs of abs
Don’t be mean to me cuz real men find me appealing
Kindly consider concealing all the cleavage you’ve been revealing
You’re surprised because our boss recognized my mind?
Could it be because he isn’t busy admiring my behind?
I heard there was insane party where the office nicknamed you Lil “Miss loose & cray cray”
Oh, Dang. Anyway, they nicknamed me Lil Miss gotta go pray pray
You out here hating cuz my beauty is discreet
But if I was half naked, girl you know you couldn’t compete
So later for you, your lewd dude, and your half **** crew!
It’s not your pleasure that I seek
Allah, the Beautiful Fashioner, formed this physique
Verily Allah made everything valuable a challenge to achieve
Pearls, diamonds, gold, heaven, and— yes!— even ME
He, Almighty, offered me a trade treaty,
His commands for my Destiny
So I traded in ****** for decency
I traded in popularity for modesty
And I’m trading in your knuckle-headed opinion
For His highest heavenly dominion
Hijab-ulous 4 life!
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 2:34 AM UTC
My lunchtime consists of either not eating or stuffing my face till the words "fat *** crawl out of my friends mouth. The words sting me like a bee or a metaphor that's been overused like...being stung by a bee. Let's think about this for a minute though, think about whether or not I should feel guilty for my pleasures. I started starving myself sophomore year, the words breakfast lunch and dinner made me want to puke out the hatred I have for a body whose done nothing to me. At one point I tried to love myself, tried to show that food isn't the enemy it's just the voices in my head that tell me it is. "You should lose weight." "You're out of shape" "Fat *** these count for each stretch mark I have on my body that crept up slowly and silently on me like a murderer to his victim. One was from my dad, two was from my friends, three was from my mom cause she said I was so handsome, four cause I don't deserve to eat, five cause I want to be pretty. Six because guys like me don't get to be pretty.
It doesn't end easily or quickly. I've gone from overweight to underweight to a healthy weight to a weight where I pull back the flabs of skin so I can count my ribs one by one again. I've even gotten to the point where if somebody tells me I look good all I can think is that they're lying. I see a difference between fat and fat, the words itself form the gelatinous image you imagine when thinking of them, sounding sour as it comes off my tongue. You don't have to be a girl to have an eating disorder, a ****** up concept that society hasn't quite grasped yet.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 7:57 AM UTC
There is a face
That lingered
So constantly
Her name
was Cindy
I thought at first
She wanted to help
But now I see
That she hates me
‘Purge it!’
She screamed
Standing over me
I obeyed
Since it was all
I was capable of
She told me
She loved me
When I looked
In the mirror
She revealed
My hideous flabs
Bulges and bumps
And was encouraging
When I tried
To banish them
But then
After a time
I realized
That face
In the mirror
Was only me.
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 12:36 PM UTC
The girl in the mirror
She stare at me with saddest eyes anyone has ever seen
She has so many cracks to be filled
Her heart is hanging by a thread
So broken and bruised
The girl in the mirror
Is disgusted by what she sees
The flabs , the bulky stomach
She wants to look like the magazine
She wants to have the face of beauty that is to real to be
She desire to have girls envy
She desire guys to thirst for her love
The girl in the mirror
Wants to be free
She want to let her wings fly and never stop
She wants to run and never turn back
The girl in the mirror
She has cuts that run too deep
She has deadly thoughts that is too viscous to see
She became something she tried not to be
She is fighting a battle that will dictate her life
The girl in the mirror
Is dead
She pulled the trigger waiting for the bullet to impact
She slits her wrist ready for the blood to overflow
She hangs herself waiting for the air to be choked out of her
She waits till she gets the signal to press play
Pow!
The girl in the mirror
Is dead no longer to be seen
For i no longer see her only the wall behind me
She pressed play
Now she don’t exist
Now there's just an empty mirror
That stares back at me.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
The girl in the mirror
She stare at me with saddest eyes anyone has ever seen
She has so many cracks to be filled
Her heart is hanging by a thread
So broken and bruised
The girl in the mirror
Is disgusted by what she sees
The flabs, the bulky stomach
She wants to look like the magazine
She wants to have the face of beauty that is too .? real to be
She desires to have girls envy
She desires guys to thirst for her love
The girl in the mirror
Wants to be free
She wants to let her wings fly and never stop
She wants to run and never turn back
The girl in the mirror
She has cuts that run too deep
She has deadly thoughts that are too viscous to see
She became something she tried not to be
She is fighting a battle that will dictate her life
The girl in the mirror
She pulled the trigger waiting for the bullet to impact
She slits her wrist ready for the blood to overflow
She hangs herself waiting for the air to be choked out of her
She waits till she gets the signal to press play
Pow!
The girl in the mirror
Is dead no longer to be seen
For I no longer see her only the wall behind me
She pressed play
Now she doesn’t exist
Now there's just an empty mirror
That stares back at me.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC
i dare you
go on
tell me not to eat that
tell me i can't wear that
tell me i look fat
tell me i can't run
i can't party
tell me i can't move,
tell me i can't accomplish
tell me i should starve
tell me i should do something about this weight
this look
tell me i should run and not eat
no more than one leaf of lettuce a day
tell me i should only drink water
tell me no one will love me
no one will want me
tell me i'm ugly
tell me i'm not worth it
tell me my flabs are just a waste of space, and
that i take up too much oxygen when i breathe, because
i'm fat.
i'm fat.
i'm fat.
I'M FAT
my head screams as i look into the mirror
do you think your friends aren't embarrassed to be seen with you?
honey, do you think you're pretty?
oH, do you think you can afford to go out
grab some dinner with your 'friends'?
can you afford that weight?
are you even pretty enough?
oH, do you think
really really think
you deserve to be happy today?
ha ha
that's funny
b'tch
look at your belly and go back to bed
go cry
worthless
worthless
worthless
you'll never be great
well, size is the exception.
you're a waste of space
stop
breathing.
honey, i don't think they make coffins your size..
it's okay,
you can feed the fish
:)
(C) Elissar Mustapha
27.03.2020
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 8:29 AM UTC