"Cow"

Chuckles in a quiet room Broke silence And pushed her further down. Harassment starts way too soon From small lips Of middle schoolers’ mouths. All because the thickness of her hips Are larger than the rest. This girl is excluded out of cliques And miserable at best. Growing older wouldn’t stop The abuse It just kept getting worse. Lacerations in her heart From bruises They’d left on her with words. No matter how small they’d make her feel She’d still be called a pig. The wounds they caused her cannot be healed For they were what was big. The pretenses from society Labeling people without means. When a girls a women mentally She can still crumble at the seams. So you tell me when I became a “cow” and not my own name. And how much weight do I have to lose Now so I’m not Ashamed? And they tell me that they did me a Favor because I lost the pounds. I’d trade my shrinking waist size for the Ability to keep my food down. Bullied doesn’t quite describe the pain Internal hurt Or loss. My self-confidence can’t be regained They did their worst I lost.