So...... this is a poem I am writing for a friend thats going through some issues........
Stick my finger down my throat to up my meals
Spend all my money on gym membership bills
Going up and down freaking sloppy hills
Look here I ain't no Jack and Jill
Living through each day on a banana and oatmeal
Forgotten the last time I ate my fill
Instead I'm chucking down the poison pill
I can't help but pay attention to you the shame, anger, sadness you make me feel
wicked words that become real
Why do I have to feel ashamed of how I look
God makes no mistakes, He didn't start with me and you
I don't have to look like a broomstick
to dress to kill
to make his heart stand still
You go 'round putting others down
Tryna to make them frown
here take a crown
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