The Princess Poetry Part 3
Your pretty princess is starving
She’s becoming skin and bones
Losing weight
Losing shape
You can’t tell with her clothes
She hates her body
And the tiny bump on her tummy
She’s skinny, but it’s not enough
Smaller and smaller
Till your princess is no more
Than a bag of
Malnutrition and bones
What will the King think?
Much less the Queen
How disturbing,
That their kin could be so weak.
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