She makes sugar seem sour,
her gaze is amazing,
she is ' one heavy lady ',
and I mean it that way.
I'm ashamed of myself,
'cause if someone knows better,
- - - it's me!
I grew up as a ' Fat - boy ',
I know how that feels,
I can still hear the laughter,
and those comments behind me!
I managed to lose 40 pounds in my youth,
the difference was truly amazing,
the perception was different,
although, I didn't change,
- - - right away.
But, the change overcame me,
I began to look down,
at the people,
that could have been me.
I never laughed,
or made sport of such folks,
' nor did I truly respect them.
I'm ashamed of myself...
'cause if someone knew better,
- - - it was me!
In the market today was a face,
and that face could make sugar seem sour,
she was ' one heavy - lady ',
I don't mean it that way,
- - - ain't no pedestal,
- - - more like a tower!
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