Lonely Fat Girl Poem by James McLain

Every year skinny girls are facing the fall and,
as well and as far as we see but not you.
That girl is ripe that girl is right but you we're not looking for.
Her conversation of tears-and hope.
You are not what we're looking for.
Every year skinny girls stand out facing the fall and,
as well and as far as we see,
your not what is right we're not looking now.
Silent conversations a flood of tears-and no hope.
You do not have what we're looking for.