A world of food has passed
Before these lips, quickly, cruelly
With a vengeance so I cannot taste it
Years of gorging so its seems so right
Surrounded by wrappers and bags
Laying back savoring it but then
The guilt, the remorse, knowing
All of what fat is for I was obese
Knowing it, living it, suffering it
Shame overtakes me at 100 pounds
And knowing I will never be thin
Fully Aware of how I will never look
Packed I rise, filled to the brim
Then I scamper to send guilt away
Heaving and retching trying
To become what I cannot be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just a thought, Missy. You can be what you really want to be. Yourself