right now,
i hate my belly
it has,
in fact,
gotten out of control
i can’t locate my waistline
i remember when my tummy was
flat and supple,
not bulbous and bloated!
now it has two parts
...like a cow...
what’s up with swell?
maybe it’s because
i carry to much stuff in there -
broken promises &
frustrations &
disappointments...
i’ve made it into a storage room
full of junk
i need to throw away
like
the ulcer that rages from stress
internal and external;
failed relationships
and other assorted pieces
of love’s sometimes bitter fruit;
the pain of a diseased womb
that may never bear fruit;
unhealthy eating habits that i developed to
hide, placate, and console myself -
i have used my belly as a shield
from
too much beauty
too much sexuality
perhaps, too much self-respect?
tonight, i’m doing some **** crunches!!!
i hate my belly
it has,
in fact,
gotten out of control
i can’t locate my waistline
i remember when my tummy was
flat and supple,
not bulbous and bloated!
now it has two parts
...like a cow...
what’s up with swell?
maybe it’s because
i carry to much stuff in there -
broken promises &
frustrations &
disappointments...
i’ve made it into a storage room
full of junk
i need to throw away
like
the ulcer that rages from stress
internal and external;
failed relationships
and other assorted pieces
of love’s sometimes bitter fruit;
the pain of a diseased womb
that may never bear fruit;
unhealthy eating habits that i developed to
hide, placate, and console myself -
i have used my belly as a shield
from
too much beauty
too much sexuality
perhaps, too much self-respect?
tonight, i’m doing some **** crunches!!!