For Ana Poem by Eugene Pappan

She says: I hate my life
Disgusted at her body
A fruit picked too early
The debt of being beautiful
How could she forget? Shes reminded daily
By an entire gender
"They won't even look me in the face,
Tell me to take their disrespect as a compliment"
Guilt must be easier this way

We all play our part
In making her feel uncomfortable in her body
In making her feel like she's L E S S

She hopes one day
Men will make her feel so small
She's simply disappear