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All Tarted Up

Don't Tread On Me.

why We celebrate the losers

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

what makes a monster (sympathy for the monster)



I Long For Stars

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

All Beings Considered

Little Water Bug ( learning the lesson of true pain)

Hope You Enjoyed The Eclipse While It Lasted

Written For My Father Who Isn't Here To Know

And Even Stars Die

Crowded Out

I Feel Fine(r)

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Used to Think I Could Fix Them.

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

Max on the max

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

Boy Restored

The Light Goes On In The Attic (WeAll Have Addictons)

Life's A Candle

Malla Batsick

(A Prayer of Intercession--Brief Joy)

Love A Cat

Cuba Libre

Fragile Shell Of Morning

Disappear

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

Sometimes I Hear Him

And With Words I Let Them Go

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the slave is freed


In my past,
I've been cheated
I have wanted to be truly valued
for who I am.
Not goaded for what I am not.

No longer point your bony fingers at me.
Or I will break them.
I will no longer be denied.
You are no longer my jailers.

I have been made mortally ill by
the sickness of thin privilege.
My Mother especially taught me self-hatred.

Your entitlement sentimentality
sickens me. But I frighten you.
You feel the need to deride me
because of your own fears.
You worry that you will become like me.
Because of this preoccupation,
you starve and enslave and drive yourself.
Only to find yourselves
enslaved to your body's daily needs.

Fat is the last bastion of true, mean prejudice.
It trumps all others.
Fat people tolerate more than you would ever know.
They are kinder to others who experience prejudice.
If you scoff or laugh at this,
you are lying to yourselves.

I have known true thinness and its trickery
for a full sixteen years of my life, maybe a few more.
They were filled with unease. I did not feel pleased.
There was no guarantee of happiness. There never is.
Thinness is a shriveling carrot of a magical cure.
You have always lied about this.

There is an odd phenomena experienced by the "newly thin."
When one loses weight, one suddenly gains more attention.
For me this was not positive. Disease and rape were thinness's
rewards. There are no directions taught on how to take care of
yourself when people see you differently.

I was never different enough. I was just myself.
But I'd like to make peace with my body. But there is more to
the problem...

There's the issue of maintenance,
and the worry of failing over and over again.
In this society everyone has an eating disorder.
Its a preoccupation. I would say more of an occupation.
Many women make a career out of it.
Men lie about it not mattering.

Weight loss is not a virtue.
Nor a free pass to success nor happiness.
Don't lie to me. Many have been laid waste by your lies.
Your judgments. Your prejudice. Your blunt ignorance.
No more. I think you should stop.

I feel spit upon. Yours is an idiocy I can no longer accept.
I will not turn the other cheek.
I belong in this universe. This is my time.

My new creed: (You cannot take my self-respect away from me.)
I will eat naturally in response to my hunger. I will enjoy
eating again. I will not punish myself. I will trust my
own judgment. I will throw away the stereotypes.
I will embrace myself and value me as a whole human being.
Not some amorphous blob.

I won't heed your blither-blatherings and insults.
Point your broken finger back at yourselves.

You are defeated
banished.

You are longer my jailers.

I will not be your slave.




Copyright July 30, 2014 All Rights Reserved By This Author
All ideas, stories, poetry expressed here is the legal property of
this author. Meloo/Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World


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