Why I'M Fat - Poem by Phyllis Strong
Why am I so fat;
Do you really want to know?
Do you have the time to listen?
Ok, here I go.
These thighs right here,
They’re from all the chocolate cake, my dear.
This big booty you see;
Is from all of the ice cream
That was soooo good to me.
This big belly you see;
It came from you not lovin’ me.
My feet are even bigger,
Fat don’t discriminate.
They’re fat from eating bags of chips,
The nights I needed a date.
These hips, oh these hips of mine,
Some men think big hips are fine.
They came from eating when I wasn’t even hungry;
Just wanted some of your time.
Are you still listening? It’s not the end;
These love handles,
Pizza’s my friend.
When I can’t talk to you,
My mouth needs something else to do.
Now, let’s weigh it out, see who’s to blame.
The blame seems to fall the same.
That’s why I’m fat;
Thanks to me, and you.
But fat girls need lovin’ too.
Copyright © 2009 by-Phyllis Strong
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