5'3

Yeah, I'm 5'3, 

And I'm a proud ass to be, 

You see thin boy Jack, 

Jack kept teasing me, 

Saying "Girl! I bet you were the same size since you were three." 

I look up at him, as he tried best to look menancing, sneering at me bending over his knees, 

Like a he'd be talking to a child who did wrong, like David and Goliath, only he wasn't a giant but the size I was "supposed" to be, 

But ya'll know,

I knew something his momma' wouldn't want to see, 

"Hey say, Jack!" 

"What Thumbeline?" 

"When are you gonna come clean?"

From then, he straightened his posture, looking around to see who heard or seen, 

"What do you mean?" 

I get closer and asked, whispered even, 

"How long have you been purchasing beans?" 

 

Then that girl, 

That snotty girl, 

Named sleeping beauty 

No-

Cinderella, 

No- 

Belle the Beauty (all of them princesses really)

would  scream, 

"Every guy wants me!" 

Blonde, Redhead, Burnette,  

6' tall, Strong, and curvy, 

Instagram followers were about 4,090, 

But not all have brains or is that smart that disney claims they'd be, 

and I'd boast, 

"A toad and a mole have wanted me, but I'm happy with my hubby." 

 

And that giant would boast saying "FI FY FO FUM," 

Like he's Drake, with biggest beats, when he got none,

 

 

Little Red is my bestie, 

And together we dominate being independent knowing that no men were there to save us, 

Nor any compare to our journey, 

 

My name is Thumbelina, 

I'm 5'3, 

and I'm as bad ass as any character will ever be, 

Size don't matter, 

Nor them standards, 

Because none of them define me. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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