Your Body Belongs To Me Poem by James McLain

Your body belongs to me!
You carry that unhealthy heaviness in all the wrong places
for all your life.
Would you loath your own body if not for those adds on t.v.
or those looks that you get at MacDonald's?

Did he have to fight his way through those heavy flesh
filled thighs, just to reach your vagina?
Knowing he won't go down on you, tell's you what?
What would you do,
who would you kill to get one like mine?
Because every day that you feel that way it's not right.


Judged on your appearance and how far away that it is
from the impossibility of reaching your goals.

Does he love you or the car that you bought him.
Have you accepted unrealistic body images like mine
that you can never have.

Being so heavy that the car moves closer to the ground
in the media your weight determines whether
you're healthy, attractive and will have what most women
want in the man that they will never have.

The sexualisation of me in this picture you see is o.k.
The objectification of me that I'm paid that you see,
Swell's my bank account as well.
I'm paid quite handsomely
to prey on all of your vulnerable insecurities,
so until you realize the truth the lie that I am here to stay.