Darling
Listen my Dearie,
A word from me to you,
Don't hurt your beautiful body
Do not starve that curvacous frame
We love to scar our bodies and starve our bodies
But it isn't neccesarry, Darling
I know you feel, I know you hurt
I am here, I know what it's like
Listen my Dearie, I feel your pain
This poem is about:
Me
My family